Do not have children

Much of my writing centers around mothers and children.  Kids are on my mind constantly because they're constantly in my house, on my lap, sharing my shower, riding on my back, tugging at my hair, in my room, in my clothes,

I know many young parents, and still more parents considering additional children.  Several pairs of prospective parents mill around our social circles.  I've said to them what I say to you:  if you're doubting yourself, do not have children.

If you covet your neighbors' salaries and exotic vacations and material things, do not have children.

If you cannot function (and be courteous) on fewer than five hours' sleep, do not have children.

If you cannot imagine sharing your partner and your sanctuary, do not have children.

If you have an irrepressible temper, do not have children.

If you value peace above all else, do not have children.


You will just make yourself miserable.


If, however, the urge to procreate is overwhelming, and if you can prioritize your life so your needs are dead last, and if you can scarcely imagine the rest of your life without children, go ahead and make some. 

And enjoy the ride; it is (almost) pure bliss.