First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes…
Nearing the age of 30 and having already settled into married life nearly 2 years ago, the question of, “when’s the baby coming?” has been on the lips of family, friends and even coworkers. My standard reply has been that I’m not quite ready for that, which although satisfies the masses, doesn’t work so well on a select few. They go on to question which part I’m not ready for. The destruction of my body? The pain of labour? The financial burden? The sleepless nights? The reality is while those things intimidate me, they place a distant second to my primary concern. I am far TOO SELFISH to have a child. I look back on my childhood and all I can remember is my parents bending over backwards to get myself and my brother to where we needed to be. Piano lessons, swim class, gymnastics, dance classes, taekwondo, soccer, baseball, guitar… You name it, we did it. I can barely keep track of my own schedule let alone coordinate multiple. I don’t want to give up my dream of spending a month touring Italy… I can’t yet accept the fact that I’m not destined to be a literary genius… So until the day I can honestly say that I’ll be half as good a parent to my child as mine were to me, I’m just “not ready” is all I can really say!
The Zuf Truth 