if I had an imaginary child?
I never wanted children.
Except for a 45-day window with a boyfriend, before said boyfriend revealed he was transgender.
At age eight I remember announcing at the dinner table, “I don’t want kids and I don’t want to get married.”
No reaction from parents (duh); shit, I wouldn’t even be able to conceive for a few more years anyway.
Fast forward decades…I wander around my neighborhood on this flawlessly beautiful spring day. I see single-digit school children in matching yellow caps (it’s a Japan thing) clambering over each other and playground slides, swingy things, geometric metal structures and hear their high-pitch screams. Those screams make me smile as they are pure and unabashed joy.
Their happy human noises make me feel free, which is so counter to how I have often thought of life with children.
And I wonder: if I live my life wanting to lead by example whilst considering this person I have extreme influence over, how different would my choices be? Or: could I cut through the bullshit 100 times faster because indecision is indulgent and/or a waste of time? I reckon I’d make helluva better use of my time because— confession— there is nothing more indulgent than an alarm-less nothing-planned day for me. I feel the indulgence because before the day is up, it never fails that my brain goes, “whywhywhy didn’t I X-Y-Z when I had so many hours?!”
Because peace tags along with a quiet, lazy day.
And American television is so supremely awesome right now.
That’s right, I’m witnessing cultural history. (Ahem… The Voice and Game of Thrones).
This isn’t a bio-rhythmic pounding of my ovaries thing.
It’s a reaction to a tough week, one where I confront the limits of compromise without compromising myself. It’s a combination of being a more chilled-out person (one who realizes the thought of having children will not impregnate me) and actively wanting to find a new way to pull my head out of my very emo ass. There are always life goals and obstacles running concurrently and interference with each other but the overarching objective has and always will be evolution of the self without the self-absorption. Children help that endeavor as with them comes unavoidable stretches of capacity of the physiological, mental and emotional variety.
It’s my hope.