In this day and age some women come to a point in time when they need to make a decision.
I’m 36, and as some people like to remind me my clock is ticking. Apparently I’m running out of time. Apparently I haven’t lived up to some people’s expectations. Apparently I am nearing ‘too old’ by societies standards – unless you count those freakish multiple births by women in their 40’s…
I’ve never been ‘that’ kind of female, and I’ve always steered clear of ‘that’ kind of female. And when groups of those kind of women get together, I’m usually witnessed running in the other direction – especially during the parade of the newborn through a haggle of cluckiness at work.
Me. Well, I’ve never yearned for kids. I didn’t get over my fear of holding them till I was 33! And the only ones I’ve ever really taken too were my two nieces. When they were born I fell in love with them. After all, they ARE the most adorable people in the world!
I’ve certainly never felt that it was my ‘duty’ to pop out one – or a few – even though the Australian Liberal government tried it on a few years back to guilt ‘us’ all to doing something for our ‘society’. Hmmm I do think there are enough neglected children in Australia and the world – why not tempt people to have some babies for a couple of grand so that they can buy a plasma TV?!
And my body has never said to me ‘I think it’s time!’. At least I don’t think it has…
I personally loved having a young mum growing up. She was cool. And I still love having a young mum. I mean, I’m nearing 36 (argh) and my Mum is just past 50. And she’s still cool. If I was to have kids, I would have preferred to have had them when I was younger. If I was to start now, by the time they were 18, I would be, well, old-ish.
Which brings me to my decision. I’ve decided to not to have kids of my own – at least, I think I have. And I have done so with no coercion, encouragement or convincing from others. Some who I have told have laughed it off saying I will change my mind. Others are shocked. It’s a big decision yeah?! Others – close friends who are my age – are in the same boat. We don’t exactly know what it is able people our age, but most of us just don’t have the urge. I am thankful that we have gravitated towards each other as we all have the same beliefs, desires and so on, and I don’t feel like such a freak!
In the end this is MY decision. It is MY body and it is MY life. So I should be able to do with it what I want. If that means not popping out a kid, so be it. Things may change. I may hit 40 and go ‘woah’. But I don’t think I will. I’ll give myself till the age of 38 to change my mind. If I don’t, so be it. If I do, well, I will try naturally, but I know I’m pretty sure I will never subject myself to IVF or any of that stuff. That is my personal choice, and I know what my body can handle.
In the end, I’m going to be the most rockin’ aunty, and I love that idea 🙂