Everyone around me has kids or is about to have kids. The ones that don’t yet seem seriously worried about it.
I’m not concerned about having kids.
This seems odd. Society tells me I should be concerned, but. . . . I’m not. . . at all. Why?
Dreaming about motherhood has never been my style. Figured my maternal instincts would show up some day. They haven’t. Why?
When I was little most girls played with dolls and fantasized about being moms but I never did. I hated dolls. I had no desire to take care of a tiny human whatsoever, it didn’t seem that interesting. I was more content to play with lincoln logs or legos. I could make stuff out of them, build things. Dolls just sit there. Tiny humans just sit there, helpless and screaming. Not for me.
Then college came and went and early adulthood and eventually all the girls started to entertain the idea of having a tiny screaming human of their own. Even the tomboys like me were getting on the baby boat yet I still couldn’t picture it for myself. What gives? What is it about having kids that everyone has to do it? Would I be missing something if I didn’t?
Ehh, I figured. My clock will kick in one day.
It hasn’t. It should have years ago. Why?!? What is it about me that I don’t feel this burning desire to reproduce. I love kids—they love me—It doesn’t make sense.
I’m not against it, I just don’t think it is that big of a deal. It wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing and I’d probably be good at it but. . . . I’m not dying to.
The human race doesn’t need to procreate for survival anymore. So why do we still do it?
lightbulb. I realized why I am not obsessed with procreation.
I create all the time. I fulfill the urge to create by making stuff. I believe we all have the internal calling to create things, yet the world we’ve been living in hasn’t always been encouraging of this. Having children is one of the most obvious and natural acts of creation that we have on this planet and it’s socially acceptable. It’s expected. The calling to create backed by society’s stamp of approval is hard to resist. Now I get it.
Doing your own thing and making your own stuff hasn’t always been acceptable, yet we all have this desire. We need encouragement to flex our imaginations and create all kinds of new things, not just people. Creativity is our birthright.
Embrace creativity everywhere. Let’s start strength training the muscle we all have called imagination. It’s a natural part of being human.
Somehow, many of us seem to have forgotten about it, but I assure you it is still there.
Think back to the days when you got a dollhouse for Christmas, yet all you wanted to do was play with the cardboard box that it came in– because duh. . .it was obviously a spaceship that could take you to the candy planet. . . . or when you built a fort out of couch cushions. . . I know you did. . .
Let’s come up with new structures, new models, and new businesses. Let’s build a new society that encourages creativity. Let’s build a sustainable future for our tiny screaming humans.
Let’s build tiny barbie boats out of popsicle sticks– today!! Barbie and Ken would love a romantic ride in the tub. I’m serious. You have to start somewhere. The possibilities are endless.