What are your deal breakers?
We got here because we screwed up. Yeah, you royally screwed up, but if I’m going to be painfully honest, there were almost a million missteps that led me to you.
It’s never been more glaringly obvious than it is now that there’s only one of me and four of them, and all of us have different needs in any given day.
Don’t get me wrong: I am delighted by the prospect of bringing a new life into the world. I expect to make endless compromises as I adjust to the life-changing milestone that is parenthood. But I refuse to become entirely selfless as I embark on this whole motherhood journey.
I work hard, so hard, to raise my children absent the straightjacket of gender stereotypes, but there will inevitably be manifestations of them along the road. And that’s fine. The goal is not to remove gender from the equation altogether, it is to deny it such an overriding role.
I know nothing will be perfect, and I know I can’t protect you from everything. You have to experience hardship to learn. I just hope they aren’t near any hardship I had to take.
It’s a huge societal expectation to get married and have babies, enough so that all the folks in happy, committed, long term relationships get asked continually when they’ll be taking that trip down the aisle.
Every day won’t be perfect.
Kids are basically gonna destroy us. We’re the ones who are going to end up in diapers. They started off there, we end up there. Unless… We play, too.
Do you understand the magnitude of just how crucial doing this job the best way that you can is?