Most people can say that they have had at least one significant situation that altered their perception on something they were determined to do. For me, that would be having kids. For as long as I can remember, I undoubtedly assumed I would someday have kids. I have always loved kids, so I thought being a mother was something that I would surely be. However, with the birth of my brother Adam, I realized that I was in love with the idea of having kids more than actually wanting to have them.
Being seventeen and in high school, I naturally assumed that I was in the clear when it came to having siblings. However, I was far from right. Looking back at it, I still remember the day I found out that I was no longer going to be an only child. My parents and I were at a restaurant when my mom turned to me and said, “I have some big news, I’m pregnant.” After hearing that, I felt complete and utter disappointment. I tried to hold back tears that were so close to emerging from my eyes, but all I could think about was how this was going to change everything. My parents asked me what I thought about this, but I stayed entirely silent. Once we left the restaurant, I could no longer hold back my overflowing tears. As horrible as it may sound, I wasn’t happy for them. I resented my parents for having another baby, and I knew that it was for no other …show more content…
With his squished face and bright pink skin, the first thing I noticed about him was how much he resembled a raisin. Nevertheless, I was happy to meet this strange little person. Currently five months old, he is only good, and I use the word good very lightly, at four things: pooping, crying, eating, and worst of all, staring. After all the staring contests I have had with Adam, I am almost certain he does not blink. I truly do love my baby brother, but it was through him I realized that having kids is something I am just not meant to
Being seventeen and in high school, I naturally assumed that I was in the clear when it came to having siblings. However, I was far from right. Looking back at it, I still remember the day I found out that I was no longer going to be an only child. My parents and I were at a restaurant when my mom turned to me and said, “I have some big news, I’m pregnant.” After hearing that, I felt complete and utter disappointment. I tried to hold back tears that were so close to emerging from my eyes, but all I could think about was how this was going to change everything. My parents asked me what I thought about this, but I stayed entirely silent. Once we left the restaurant, I could no longer hold back my overflowing tears. As horrible as it may sound, I wasn’t happy for them. I resented my parents for having another baby, and I knew that it was for no other …show more content…
With his squished face and bright pink skin, the first thing I noticed about him was how much he resembled a raisin. Nevertheless, I was happy to meet this strange little person. Currently five months old, he is only good, and I use the word good very lightly, at four things: pooping, crying, eating, and worst of all, staring. After all the staring contests I have had with Adam, I am almost certain he does not blink. I truly do love my baby brother, but it was through him I realized that having kids is something I am just not meant to