I was never that child who loved
playing with dolls and pretending I was a mum. In fact from the
tender age of 11, I always use to proudly state that my ambition was
being a journalist. I'll give myself a pat on the back for making that come true. Babies didn't even enter my mind. I've never been
one to coo over newborns either. Truth be told, I'm a little scared
of them and they sense it. As soon as they sit on my lap, the
waterworks start. Give me a dog? I'll turn to mush. Especially when I
see a puppy. I can fully get on board with being dog broody.
I'm not even sure that I want to be a
mum. I've worked extremely hard on my education and my career that I'm in no hurry to take a step back. I come from a line of women who don't like kids. My nan and mum
both lack the maternal gene. But they make amazing mothers. Go figure? For some reason some people just cannot
grasp that idea. I've been told that I'm depriving my boyfriend –
he once mentioned he'd rather jack in the kids malarky and travel the
world. I've been told I'm doing the world a disservice and it's my
role as a woman to reproduce. I've been given condescending advice
that I should just wait. My clock will soon be ticking and I'll have
a sudden urge. I've been told I don't know what I'm missing out on. I've been told I don't know what I'm talking about at my age.
I might very well change my mind. I
could reach 30 and have the sudden urge to reproduce. I look and mine
and my mum's amazing relationship and long for that myself. But do
you know what? It's ok to not want to bring a child into the world.
It doesn't make you less of a woman. You don't lose your femininity
simply because you don't want to give birth. It's not the be all and end all if you don't ever hear the word mum. Don't be made to feel
bad just because you prefer to have a career over raising a family.
The beauty of the world is you should be who you want to be.