TheEarl
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I've just realised something. I want to have kids.
This may not sound like a shock announcement ("Thousands of years of genetic programming and you've only just realised?") and I certainly don't want them right at this moment, but it's something of a surprise to me how strongly I feel about it.
My former Lady hated the idea of kids. Hated the idea of being pregnant; the very thought made her nauseous. I loved her and I couldn't ever see an end to our relationship and so I kinda convinced myself that I didn't like the idea of kids either. I liked other peoples and I'd be happy to babysit when my sisters and friends had kids, but I wouldn't want any of my own. I can barely be trusted to look after a kitten, let alone a child. I was terrible at my brief attempt at teaching on my gap year and children wreck your life, tearing it apart and leaving you with no time, money or life. Why the hell would I want children?
Now I'm single and not bound by her opinion anymore. I just realised today. I want children. I want a little boy whom I can teach how to catch a rugby ball and to whom I can pass along my appalling cricketting technique. I want a little girl whom I can teach how to swim and be very liberal and open-minded about when she grows up (although I suspect not too liberal
). I want to tell bedtime stories with the funny voices, I want to help them build train sets and to dive out the way when they take a shot at goal when we're playing football in the park. I want to teach them everything I know and to know them at the stage when they think I am the most knowledgeable person in the world.
Of course I want kids. I'm amazed at how I could have blinded myself.
Anyone else had a moment like this?
The Earl
This may not sound like a shock announcement ("Thousands of years of genetic programming and you've only just realised?") and I certainly don't want them right at this moment, but it's something of a surprise to me how strongly I feel about it.
My former Lady hated the idea of kids. Hated the idea of being pregnant; the very thought made her nauseous. I loved her and I couldn't ever see an end to our relationship and so I kinda convinced myself that I didn't like the idea of kids either. I liked other peoples and I'd be happy to babysit when my sisters and friends had kids, but I wouldn't want any of my own. I can barely be trusted to look after a kitten, let alone a child. I was terrible at my brief attempt at teaching on my gap year and children wreck your life, tearing it apart and leaving you with no time, money or life. Why the hell would I want children?
Now I'm single and not bound by her opinion anymore. I just realised today. I want children. I want a little boy whom I can teach how to catch a rugby ball and to whom I can pass along my appalling cricketting technique. I want a little girl whom I can teach how to swim and be very liberal and open-minded about when she grows up (although I suspect not too liberal

Of course I want kids. I'm amazed at how I could have blinded myself.
Anyone else had a moment like this?
The Earl