Having kids is a big deal. Mostly, it scares the crap out of me. Lately, I’ve noticed a very faint longing whenever I see a happy family. It’s totally foreign to me. I’m not desperate to have kids, but like I’ve said before, it’s definitely an option. Apparently, somehow my biological clock got wound up. Or maybe I’m just hormonal…wait…isn’t that the same thing? Never mind.
Today, I read this article about stay at home dads. Finally, my generation is doing something weird that I can totally support!
My biggest fear about having kids is being stuck at home with them. It sounds like hell. I’d be bored, frustrated and near a nervous breakdown in a day. Plus, I am a control freak when it comes to money. I must have a job. I must have my own income. Never will a man be able to say to me “It’s my money and I’ll do what I want with it.” Yes, I heard a man say that to a woman when I was a kid and it motivated me from that early age to always have a job.
Regardless, a reversal of traditional roles is very appealing to me. I love my job. I don’t want to give it up unless it’s because my dream job is going to pay me double what I currently make. My dream job is to write for a living if you care or if it wasn’t obvious.
If the imaginary father of my rhetorical children opted to stay at home with them to be their primary care giver, I would be ecstatic. Heck, I might even be tempted to give him more than one child to rear.