I’m 27, so I’m in that odd in-between time where my Facebook feed is full of single people posting raging party photos, couples posting wedding photos, and parents posting new baby photos. This is a weird phase of the life of a millenial, EVERYONE is at a drastically different stage of life.
The new-parent-on-social-media stage seems to be fueled by posting smug and “humorous” articles about how much poop is involved in having a baby, and just how disgusting it is.They’re practically weighing each diaper and sharing the measurements on a status update. Other young parents eagerly chime in in the comments with their horrendous stories about how their kid loves to spread jelly all over the couch every morning! “They think the couch is toast! It’s hilarious! I spent 3 hours scrubbing it off just to see that he covered the comforter in jelly, and then pooped on it!” Others will chime in with just HOW TIRED THEY ARE, SO TIRED, THEY HAVEN’T HAD ANY SLEEP, NONE. ZERO SLEEP. Everyone laughs and one-ups each other. They’re all so happy to commiserate together in the comments section of an article titled “5 Things You Never Knew About Bodily Fluids Until You Had Kids.” Beyond that, it seems like there is no other part of these parents’ lives. It seems like they’re no longer a person and only a parent…
For me, a newly married feminist trying to navigate my evolving values and opinions, facing a future that every middle-aged woman seems to have nailed down (“KIDS! YOU’LL HAVE KIDS!”) I see nothing about how all that destruction of body and soul is worth it. All I see is maybe one or two very general, non-specific sentences at the end of the poop-list about how their child’s love is so precious or something. Or how they “just look at their kid sometimes and smile, knowing that there is no other love on earth that can match what they feel right now.”
I need more people, I need more hard evidence that having kids is worth it. Because right now, IT SEEMS HORRIBLE. HORRIBLE.
Of course, Facebook isn’t true reality. In the end, I’m not going to base my reproductive decisions on post-hungry new parents. Usually I will simply deactivate my Facebook account for a while and reset my brain. But, I can’t say that this shit doesn’t scare me! (Pun intended.)
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