By Kathleen Guthrie Woods
This week as I was leaving the parking lot of the grocery store, I watched as a toddler wandered one direction across a lane of traffic and his mother, pushing a stroller with a baby, walked in the other direction…into oncoming traffic…because she was texting.
By some miracle, no babies, mommies, or motorists got hurt. I, on the other hand, was boiling with indignation. Why why why do I have to pay for a license to work as a writer (on my oh-so-dangerous laptop), while this idiot is given the responsibility of two precious lives with no vetting whatsoever just because she can reproduce? Why does this LOSER get to be a mother, and I get jack?!? Life is so unfair!
I want to scream: Pay attention, you dumbass! Don’t you know how blessed you are?
I know if I had children, I wouldn’t be a perfect parent all the time. But I know I would be better.
Kathleen Guthrie Woods is a Northern California–based freelance writer. Most of the time she’s at peace with her decision to be childfree.
DAMN RIGHT!!!
It just doesn’t seem right does it? Sometimes it feels like a swift kick in the guts actually…
oh don’t even get me started because i wouldn’t stop for days!!
You know, as horrified as I would have been if I had seen that, parents like this – loser parents – make me sure of one thing. There is no logic to who is able to have children and who is not. There is no reason explaining why loser parents have children and why I can’t. They don’t deserve to have children any more than I deserve my infertility. (Which is why I completely object to the “everything happens for a reason” brigade.)