I’m twenty and want kids. She’s 17 and wants them even worse than I do. Let’s talk about this.
My best friend and I have recently been talking about how we both want children. Like, right now. We want to be moms. We want the crying at two in the morning because they’re hungry and the gross diapers that no one ever has fun changing. We want the cute little outfits and the tiny shoes and to pick out their names and to set up the nursery. We want the weird cravings and the uncontrollable need to pee all the time. We want every single aspect of motherhood, even the difficult and heartbreaking parts.
We realize that we’re young. We know that a lot of people older than us will tell us that we should be worried about college and starting our careers and to just be young and have fun. We also know that there would be a lot of judgement because there’s this stereotype around young moms and it’s pretty much boiled down to people thinking that just because the mother is young she wouldn’t be a good mother.
We know that it would be hard to have a child at our age but we don’t really care. We want the kind of love that our moms talk about, the kind that is unconditional and hopeful and pure.
Some women are focused on their careers and don’t want to start a family until they’re satisfied with the way their work is going, and there’s nothing wrong with that. There are some women who only want to have children and be a stay at home mom, and there’s nothing wrong with that either. We want both. We want to work and take care of our families and I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that either.
(Also, don’t get me wrong. Both of us want to continue college even if we were pregnant and want to become teachers. We have dreams and aspirations that would by no means be hindered by a child.)