To Have Or Have Not - Children

Not long ago I was talking to a coworker of mine who is going through a somewhat hard time. Oh, she has a very good life: a husband who loves her, a great house, a neat car, always fashionably dressed, they travel a lot; always on high class.

She regularly pamper herself with spa, massages, hair and nails always perfect and while looking good she enjoys an extensive social life and attend cultural events like concerts and theatre on a regular basis.

One should think she hasn’t got any worries at all, but she does: She has reached an age when she has to decide whether or not to have children.

Her husband is fine living the way he does. He doesn’t dismiss the thought of having children, and he knows he will love them to the moon and back, but if he never becomes a father he will not feel he has something undone in life.

She, on the other hand, feels greater pressure from people in their circle to become a mother. I keep telling her this is a decision she has to make based on her own wishes and needs, otherwise she is changing her entire life based on other people's expectations, and that is not fair neither to her nor the future children.

Another coworker of mine felt the lack of a child so agonizing and such a strain on her very being she became physically sick. Mentally she was fine apart from the sorrow, which is very mind consuming.

She and her husband decided years ago to adopt because they could not have a child biologically theirs.

Until the decision was made they were fine. During the social and financial enquiries they were fine. But when all the formalities were over and done with, and the waiting started, it was like the world crumbled and they went into a private bubble of anticipation.

In my experience (and I know this since I have many years of experience), parenting is both a wonderful and a challenging experience. It takes over your life in ways you never expected beforehand.

Many books will tell you it can put a great deal of pressure on relationships. Forget that. There is nothing can, may or probably about it: It does! You have to put yourself second in every aspect of living. You won’t get enough sleep for years, you can’t plan your days and be sure it will turn out the way you expect.

You may think that nights will be time off; time to live out the person you used to be. I wouldn’t count on it. There is always something left to do, or situations occur which forces you to reschedule. Many get a shock when they get a child. You can’t really plan what it will be like. Extreme situations change a person, and having a child is really extreme. To have your entire life changed overnight is… special.

To be a parent is the most important responsibility people undertake and a loving and supportive relationship helps parents face the challenges of child rearing.

As babies develop into toddlers, then young children and then teenagers and finally adults, it becomes clear that parenting is one of the most demanding jobs a person can do. As kids grow up, you may think they will be more independent, more self-driven… and they are, but they still need you. In different ways, but you still have to be there for them to a large degree.

It isn’t easy to be a couple, two adults who can do just about anything they like, to suddenly become a family of three or four. Sleepless nights and everything else parenthood brings along take its toll.

Lack of sleep makes us edgy, and often arguments start because you need to express how badly you need your sleep. It’s like a competition: who slept the most or the least hours last week. Who got up and soothed the child, changed the diaper, fed or comforted the baby. Statistically most breakups happen when the child is between one and three years old.

Among my friends, I see that single parents often cope the best, because they don’t count on another person to ease the hard work.

I think it is ok not to have children, I think it is a fair choice not to have them... and if you can't biologically; it is allowed to think it is ok. Easy for me to say who got them... but I don't know what kind of person I would have been without them... what I do know, is that my lifestyle would be very different, and that I would have reached a totally different level of self realisation. It does not mean I don't love my kids to pieces, and I have no regrets or remorse over having them... but I, as a person, would have fulfilled my potential to a higher degree as far as my own interests are concerned.

Do I enjoy spending my holidays in waterparks and fairground attractions? Do I like being tugged and called for at all times? Do I feel at ease with my house at all times being messy with toys and gadgets all over? No!

Do I mind interrupted meals, reading the same childrens' book 372 times? Yes. Do I mind enough not to enjoy watching my kids learn, grow, develop into independent individuals with their very own unique personalities? No: I am selfish enough to look at my children and think they complete something fundamental in me as a person. They give me unconditional love, which is returned, even when we disagree.

And yet: The best time of the day is when they are asleep and I check in on them, and place a soft peck on their cheek  ... Just saying.

Time to eat right... not to make others rich

"Cut out some of that abdominal fat ewry day by using this 1 strange tip."

"Lose a little bit abdominal fat every day by following this tip"

"Super diet for a flat belly"

These are examples on the ads I get popping up when online. Not quite sure whether to be amused by the strange typos in these ads, or if I should get horrendously upset or just plain offended. The last one would be preferred, as I then could just sulk and be insulted and ignore them with cool arrogance. That is why there would be no wars if women were the ones to lead the world, you know: We would not have wars, but we would have a selection of countries not speaking to each other because we would be jealous or insulted.

Problem is I find it rather hard to be offended, upset or insulted over something which appears to be so ridiculously unprofessional.

There is a business in the town where I grew up which manufactures a diet pill. It is VERY successful. The founder of this company gave many interviews to the media when they first started. He got into a LOT of trouble because of his honesty; he stated that: This is going to be a huge success, basically because people who think they are fat, people who are afraid to get fat and people who are genuinely fat spend any amount of money at all, if they think it helps them losing weight.

I think we, who struggle to keep our BMI down (and we want to keep it down because after all; we have shoes to tie), are trapped in our comfort zone. We all know what would be good for us. To eat vegetables, cut down on dressings and fat, walk short distances instead of driving everywhere. We think we save time on deep fried food and industry prepared dishes. It is, to us, a question of saving time.

For some strange reason we think that while waiting in line for our food to be deep fried, when we sit in the sofa waiting for the delivery man to arrive or while thawing deep frozen food in the microwave before it is ready to be heated, we save a lot of time.

I am not sure what happened to cookbooks, but I know that internet, especially www.youtube.com, is FULL of good recipes, good instructions on how to do and motivation. Use it!  And when I urge you to do so; I do with a reservation. There is a lot of strange food out there. Really. Honestly. Very unintelligible. Fun, but unintelligible.

Commercials tell us that microwave dinners, take away and semifinished meals (just add water, oil, eggs and/or cheese etc…) saves time and are easier to cook. It is not the truth. The truth is that meals like these are so full of salt, hardened fat (to prolong the expiration date) and sugar, we can’t even recognize the dish. But the industry stuff this kind of prefabricated food with so much salt, fat and sugar, which is really cheap, it is really bad for us... in spite of us believing we cook ourselves.

My grandfather used to say: Red is pretty and sweet is tasty. True, but so are many other colours and tastes.

We eat in front of the TV, or at our desk while working, not paying any attention to what we eat or how much. To eat becomes an unconscious thing we just commit. Almost like a habit. We stuff food in, chew and swallow. Taste, texture, the feeling of becoming full are absent, because our mind is set on focusing on something else.

I would really like to take back control on my money, my time and my health. I will never be skinny, and I would not want to be. If I am to watch everything I eat, I would turn out very boring, not as adventurous and too preoccupied with my appearance. I enjoy the diversity of nature and its fruits way too much to limit myself to brown or white food only.

I want all those fraudulent businessmen who think they can cheat me into making them rich, while making myself miserable, to be proven wrong. I want to spend my money on foods I enjoy both shopping (to go grocery shopping can be quite an adventure), prepare, eat and enjoy while eating. I refuse to swallow it down with a diet pill or some powder or sawdust bar, in a hopeless quest to become closer to the media created ideal of a body. I don’t want my food to be something I purchase and eat just because it is time.