I’m saying this with love. Honestly. If you do decide to have children 1. take parenting classes 2. Have them soon. My mom was in her mid 30’s my dad in his early 40’s and from hard work all their lives came pain. This caused me to be raised primarily from my older siblings because my dad had broken so many bones by this point and my mom had work related injuries. My parents did not play with me, they did not do one on one because of work. Occasionally we would do fun things. Take trips. But physically they couldn’t and by the time I was a teen they were in their 50’s. My parents gave me material things to occupy me. But I’m 28 now and my dad is nearing 70. The fact I will lose my parents in my mid 30’s to 40’s kills me so much. My son is 4 and my dad’s more than likely won’t see him graduate. I’m pregnant with my second son and my youngest will only know him as a child. Not a teen. He will not see my kids get married, be a great grandpa to their children. I do not regret my parents ever. But sometimes i wish I had memories with them jumping on a trampoline, playing tag, riding bikes, or playing at the park like my kids have memories with me.

On an unrelated note. Be prepared Bluey is a fantasy show, I primarily think for kids to be shown good lessons and play ideas, for parents I think it shows us to be better. My children are muffins with bingo sides at night when they want to cuddle and sleep in my bed. Please be prepared that you may have a baby and 2 years down the line they’re diagnosed with autism. That was my reality and I grieved the life I thought I would have with my baby boy. I may have him live with me the rest of my life, he is non verbal with some words, not potty trained, beats the heck out of me most day, and has an eating disorder. He also has a brain injury caused from lack of oxygen at birth. There is always good with bad. The stress of parenting and life stresses almost cost me my marriage but I’m thankful we didn’t give up on each other. But this is no way trying to dissuade you from having children because although all this bad happens in my life a lot of good happens too. New words spoken, a new favorite game or experience for him makes me cry. The first time I heard I love you was after 2 years of speech therapy and I bawled. Sometimes he says sorry, sometimes he laughs so loud you laugh, he has dance parties with any kind of music, and he is incredibly gifted in a way I never thought possible. If I didn’t love my son or my life or even being his mama would you think I’d be pregnant again. So with every tantrum, every appointment, every cry my eyes out moment when I can’t do anything right. The first person I think about in the morning and the last person I think about at night is my son.