IKEA, airplane rides, and Target. What do all of these places have in common? They’re places where you should NEVER bring your kids, especially those that don’t do well with discipline.
IKEA is a massive building, so having a child just seems like a lot of extra responsibility that you don’t need to cart around. Literally and figuratively. I, personally, am a major fan of IKEA. My beds, dressers, desks, and more were purchased there. I love to just “look around” on a free Saturday afternoon, an occasion which is rarer than one might think. When I am in Ikea, I don’t want to hear your children screaming, crying, or begging for you to buy them that cute stuffed animal. I’m not going to be the one dodging your kid when I’m perusing the showrooms. If they’re in my way and get kicked, that’s on them. #Unapologetic.
For the love of all things of a higher power, please DO NOT bring your baby and/or children on an airplane. Especially if it’s an early flight. There is absolutely an unwritten rule that flights earlier than ten in the morning are reserved for business people and anyone that is an experienced traveler. I know that people love traveling early in the morning to have the whole day to explore, but not when it comes to traveling far distances–and please don’t even get me started on international flights. Any child under the age of seven should not be allowed to travel internationally, no matter the proximity.
I am a connoisseur of Target. Whether I go for my weekly grocery run, to pick up some late-night snacks, or even to update my wardrobe, I am typically there on a mission and don’t want any kids to be in my way. I just want to grab my mac and cheese and graphic t-shirt I don’t need and go home to my cats without any adolescent interference.
All jokes aside, I feel strongly that I would be unfit as a mother. I know that statements like this sound very black and white and naive at twenty years old, but it’s true. I am a very creative and loose-lipped person with no filter. I have a tough enough time watching my mouth at work, so I can’t even imagine what level of restraint I would have to exercise being around a child. I also enjoy just living as my significant other and me. Not because I don’t want kids to steal my future wife’s attention from me, but because I fear that my kids would be cooler than me. I know that I perceive myself as cool (and other people do contradict this), but I worry that my kids will be so smart that they’ll figure out how to take over the world. Lastly, I have hereditary anxiety and depression, and struggle with it all day, every day. I wouldn’t wish this struggle upon anyone, and to avoid passing these daily battles on, I’ve decided to never get pregnant.
As a gay woman, there is a substantial benefit to never having a pregnancy scare with a significant other, but I still stand by the fact that I never want to have kids. I just don’t think my personality is suited to being a mother, and I don’t want to have the extra responsibility when I take my weekly stroll around IKEA. But if you ever need an amazing support system or a cool aunt, I am absolutely your girl!