Dear Reader,
Why do people procreate? Is the warm, fuzzy feeling the only driving force? If so, shouldn’t there be more; more to bringing yet another human being into this uncertain, lack-laden world? After all, we don’t have enough trees, or water, or air, or time, or money, or love to provide. And yet, one finds all and sundry – the thoughtful and the less thoughtful – giving birth as though they were duty-bound.
The “Propagating the Species” argument doesn’t quite hold in an age of gross over-population, with its attendant scarcity of resources. The latter in fact gives us reason to wonder why we aren’t slowing down our rate of procreation.You say while humanity as a whole doesn’t stand to gain through increasing the population, various subgroups – nationalities, religions etc – do? True. But I have a feeling the clue to making the decision to bear children – a deeply personal act – has more personal motives.
Over the years, I’ve asked virtually everyone I can why this is the case. The answers have varied, but not over a very wide range. Most go, “We had to, at some point.” while others say, “At some stage, you want to complete the family”. Others focus more on the joy children bring when they say, “I’ve enjoyed watching them grow – every step of the way – and they continue to make me smile.”
What am I so afraid of, then? I’m worried I may not reciprocate the child’s love. I’m terrified I would not know how to love another as much or (as the needs dictate) more than myself. I’m skeptical about taking on responsibility for another individual for life, who will be largely helpless for several years to come. Also, I don’t understand the equation at play here. A huge investment of time, energy and money – why, even your identity hangs in the balance – but for what? I’m baffled!
What are your thoughts on motherhood? Why did you choose become a mother? I’d love to know. Do drop your thoughts in the comments section below.
Thushara Reddy
Comments
Post a Comment