When
your wife starts to swell in size, that’s when it all become real.
I
have never doubted my abilities as much as I doubt my ability to be a father.
By
the time of my next birthday, there will be three of us living in our house,
one of whom will be reliant on the other two for survival; and one of those
other two will be me….
What
will cause me more worry: Having a daughter that will grow up to be pursued by
uncaring, hormone-driven teenage boys? Or having a son that I will somehow have
to teach to NOT get someone pregnant before they have a chance to finish
education?
If I
have a son, what can I do to make sure he doesn’t turn out just like me?
Why
isn’t there a system in place that restricts the number of births? You should
have to apply for approval, be forced to prove that you both have the
intelligence and understanding to be a decent parent, and then be coached
through the intricacies of child-rearing long before you’re even allowed to
touch each other. It should be like getting planning permission from the local
council before being able to add a new room to your home. Why is it easier to
bring an unsupported child into the world than it is to build an extension?
I’m
scared.
RC 17-10-18
RC 17-10-18
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