September 23, 2003
Children? None for me, thanks.
The ongoing debate between my wonderful husband and myself is whether or not we're going to have children, and if we do, when we'll have them and how many we'll have. Since he's been in Iraq, this debate has been put on hold (at least temporarily), but I've been thinking about it nonetheless.
To be honest, bearing and raising children scares the hell out of me. I worry about whether I'll be a good parent, whether I will ever get over post-partum depression, whether I would pour blood, sweat and tears into raising a child who turns out to be a right-wing conservative or whether I'd pour blood, sweat and tears into raising a child who later goes on a talk show and talks about how I ruined their life by not letting them drink Diet Coke with dinner every night when they were seven. I also worry about the more practical aspects of it, like whether we have enough money, and the fact that we still live in apartment and I have this crazy idea that a child should grow up in a house (why, I don't know).
At any rate, I was thinking about all of this on Sunday night, when I was at the meeting for my churches' high school youth group. The kids in this group are great -- they're smart, funny, nice, well behaved, and have a ton of energy. That being said, they're kids. The kids who showed up to Sunday night's meeting were boys, 8th graders, who have recently started attending new schools (some of the New Orleans high schools start in 8th grade instead of 9th). The conversations ran the gamut from who is dating whom to who has developed body hair. When one of the boys told us about how the boy sitting next to me has a lot of body hair, I told him that was far more information than I needed to know. He responded by saying, "But Jennifer, I'm only talking about the hair in his armpits and on his legs." Well, thanks. Glad he cleared that up.
Posted by Kitty at September 23, 2003 12:19 PM
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