Why I (don’t?) want kids
Don’t let the title fool you, I really do want kids. But as a 23-year-old soon-to-be college graduate the pressures to get married and have kids are making my head spin.
This may be because my experiences with kids have been quite comedic – and dreadful.
When I was 13 I started my “babysitting career.” That didn’t last long. My first experience was with a 3-year-old boy with crazy-curly hair.
As soon as his parents left, he stripped down to, well nothing, put on his favorite sparkly ruby-red heels and ran around the house screaming. I, a 13-year old girl had no idea how to handle a naked 3-year old boy, especially one in ruby slippers.
That was the end on my babysitting career.
When I was 16 I trained to be a lifeguard and swim instructor. Within three months I had been peed on, pooped on and puked on. Yum!
The best story though, is when a 4-year-old boy told me “my mommy said I don’t have to do what you tell me to do.” Then he spit water in my mouth. Mortified and disgusted I sat him out for the rest of class.
I soon switched to teaching older kids.
This past month I was working as a server at a steak restaurant. A dad with his son, about 8, and daughter, about 6, sat at my table. This is what went down:
Me: “What can I get you to drink?”
Daughter: “I want diet coke, not regular coke. Last time the lady brought me regular coke when I asked for diet. And I want two loaves of bread and TWO butters.”
Annoyed, I walked away from the table quickly then returned with the little darling’s diet coke and two loaves of bread with two butters to avoid any more rude comments.
Her brother then said “wow look, she actually listened!”
The dad did nothing! So needless to say they didn’t receive my best service.
After my not-so-pleasant experiences with kids, I should mention I have two sisters, 6 and 12 (pictured above) who often drive me mad, I wonder how I am going to handle my own little darlings. I’m not giving in to the pressures any time soon because I am still all for jumping off of tree stumps with the kids and maybe even pretending to be one!
Have you always known you wanted kids? Did you have positive or negative experiences with them growing up?