“You may regret…”

“You may regret not having kids someday…”

Really? Because I’m 24 years into adulthood now and all that extended time around kids does is reaffirm my choice over and over.

I’m not an asshole to or about kids. I love my sweet niblings with a ferocity that floors me. I’ll stand up for children’s rights in every way.

And yet

I’m so so so so so glad I’m not responsible for any of my own.

[Gross stuff about to be said warning] I just spent 3 hours on a plane w/ one kid by us puking from motion sickness. Another shrieked bloody murder for NOT KIDDING 2 HOURS W/O A BREAK. I watched one the other day lick the side of a public trash can. Another punched his dad in the nuts.

I’m so so so so so glad I don’t have kids. Grateful beyond words my experience with their bodily functions and emotional meltdowns are incidental at best.

That fact makes me feel free and euphoric and at peace.

I know kids are as wonderful as they are gross and a challenge. But I don’t want the gross challenge even a little 😅