pregnant at nine!
:O
it gives me the chills just thinking about it.
how did they even figure out what to do with their… organs, these mere CHILDREN? and for them to get it right, hitting the bulls eye, when scores of (legally-binding, ripe of age, rational-thinking) adults can’t (or won’t)?
it seems that this generation has come a really LOOOONG way from our days when we were nine, playing what – yeh-yeh, teng-teng, set-set-mi-mi….
light years ahead, the ‘kids’ now are.
and yet one more freaking thing to fear about for our own children.
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so while these days children twenty years my junior are going around bonking and procreating, i feel like i should be the nine-year-old instead.
because my mother told ME i shouldn’t get myself knocked up again.
well, she’s said it several times, really. but it only sunk in the last time she said it a few days ago.
incapable of and incompetent in handling just one, what more two, or more, she asks?
i won’t take it as a personal challenge to prove her wrong and proceed to produce a busload of tiny tots.
because i’m passive-aggressive that way.
she’d always told me i wasn’t any good in the kitchen, and i believe her – i’m not.
she’d always say she can’t imagine what state of disarray my house is in (she hasn’t visited in quite a while), so i sometimes leave the bed unmade – in her honour.
and if she thinks i’m no good at coping with motherhood, who am i to argue?
so you see, don’t blame me if i procrastinate on that “next round” thing.
coz my mommy said i shouldn’t.
(now, how convenient is that for an excuse? hah!)
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then again, looking through the many archived photos we have of the little one from the day he was born, all precious and gorgeous… it’s pretty hard to resist going through it all again, incompetence aside.
maybe i should be like that nine-year-old and throw caution to the wind and not think too much and be ignorant of the consequences and just GET ON with the bonking and procreating…
bah.
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