I'm 23, Single, and a sports addict, and I have never understood why some women don't want kids.
Since I really started thinking about it, I have wanted kids. I have wanted to leave something in my legacy. Something to raise, to mold, to shape and develop as it grows into something beautiful.
I want to play backyard soccer with my son, I want to watch my daughter try to catch fireflies. I want to tell my kids bedtime stories. I want to help them through their struggles. I want to see what they grow up to be. I want to see what job they will have.

I have always wanted kids....
Recently though, I talked to one of my female friends and she told me that she didn't want kids. When I asked her why. She simply stated "Kids are gross."
Now this is a problem. Yes kids are gross, especially babies. All they do is eat, poop, and sleep. Then when they get older and can move. They eat, poop, sleep, and break things. But I can handle that. I can handle any mess they make.

Yesterday though I finally realized why I might not want kids.
In a target I saw a father and two sons. One just sat there bored picking his nose, and the other son picked up everything off the shelf (and I mean everything!!!) and kept saying "Dad... Hey Dad ...Dad...Hey Dad" Until his father would look at him. Then the son would say "Isn't this cool! Its so cool! Look at it" and his father would nod his head and murmer "mhh hhhm"

This is the issue I might have. Kids getting on my nerves. Could I survive 3-5 years with a son or daughter of mine constantly getting on my nerves? I mean, I would already have enough stress from work and bills.
So I guess I finally see two reasons why people don't want kids. They make a mess, and they can be annoying. Yet, in the long run I hope that the good memories outweigh the bad.
When I was little I tried to make breakfast. I cracked eggs, got out the flour, through bread all over the table and made the world's largest mess in the Kitchen. I'm sure my parents had a absolutly fantastic time cleaning that up.... Yet, now we look back on it and we laugh. Or at least, they laugh. After 20 years, my parents only see a funny thing I did. They don't remember the pain of cleaning up after me.
And that is what I hope parenting is. Suffering through the pain at the begginning until my spouse and I can take a piece of clay and mold it. Mold it with love and care until it becomes something beautiful. And in the end, after 20 years we can laugh about the hardships and simply watch what our creation creates of its own.

And so I still want kids. I can see why some people might not, yet I want to raise someone into something beautiful. I want to make him or her the best person they can be, and maybe they can have a positive impact on me as well. So as the world spins on and on, as the wheel spins round and round, as a piece of clay is molded, something beautiful comes forth unil it one day I can look at it with the proudness of a father.
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