Magical blog with entries about my life

Not your mis-step to apologise for, but thanks :-)

And I have great respect for those who do choose to be parents. And by that I don’t mean choosing to birth a child, but rather the choice to parent hir. Sometimes giving birth is not a choice, but reflects a lack of choice.

Parenting, or at least the good and responsible kind, is always a choice, and I know it takes a lot of work. My mum did all of it herself, despite my father being there the whole time. Shit, she’s still doing all the parenting even though my brother and I are grown, hehe. She’s the one who can lend us money when we need it, she’s the one who can empathise, when we need an ear. Our father? Hmmm he’s only just noticed that he needs to be a parent in order to maintain relations with his children, and now that he divorced my mum no one’s doing it for him. If it hadn’t been for them being a couple I would have long since lost touch with my dad, now that they’re no longer a couple, he’s struggling to maintain the self-image of Good Dad. It’s really rather pathetic. He’s never realised just how much work goes into being a parent. It’s probably why he never understood why mum never felt much like going out, always tired etc etc.

Maybe one day I’ll be able to be a parent, if that happens maybe I’ll also be willing to try. For now, I remain happily childfree, and not so happily disabled.