Clucky or Crazy?

I’ve recently discovered that I can’t walk past a baby (or even a small child under the age of 6) without stopping completely in my tracks and proceeding to “ooh” and “aah” as they toddle past. My ovaries almost burst with joy when I see an adorable little munchkin wrapped up in a onesie.

The other day at work I was completely oblivious to the world around me while gazing at an adorable new born sleeping in her pram, before I was rudely interrupted by an elderly customer.

“You’re not thinking about babies already, are you!?”

To be completely honest, I started thinking about babies at the age of 4 when I was gifted a baby born for Christmas.

Side note, why is she speaking to me and not staring at the cute baby?

“Um, yes,” I reply to Mrs. Fuzzy Grey Hair.

“My goodness, you are far too young.”

Her comment did mildly offend me, however she isn’t the first person to give me a strange look and a lecture when I mention I’d like to have kids soon. I get comments like this all the time about how young I am and how I shouldn’t be wishing my life away. I should be travelling and having me time and spending my money and blah blah blah.

Majority of these people probably think I’m about 18, not 22, but that fact shouldn’t matter. I’m an adult aren’t I?

God dammit why can’t I have my own tiny human?

We seem to be living in a world where its considered “silly” or “wasteful” to become an adult until you’re at least 25. Why deal with responsibilities such as rent, insurance, loans, and debt when you can be living day to day in your childhood bedroom going out for smashed avo and turmeric lattes every morning and Poke Bowls and overpriced burgers every night? Why work towards a career, a house deposit, a marriage and a family before the age of 25 when you can get to 25 and have a midlife crisis over the fact you have no credit history, no rental history, no money, and no future what so ever?

Oh, and to be constantly told, “your clock is ticking!”

Look, I may be getting a tad dramatic here, as I tend to do on a day to day basis.

And sure, there are plenty of people my age or even older who think having a baby would be the worst possible thing to happen to them in their life right now.

But.

What I’m saying is, so what if I want to be a young mum? So what if my main goal in life is to be a wife and have a lovely home, rather than visit 48 different countries? So what if my career of choice means I can work from home, in my pyjamas, with one baby on my hip and the other on my boob.

And so what if I want all of this within the next three years?

I get called crazy on a daily basis, so I guess this is just another thing to add to the list.

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One thought on “Clucky or Crazy?

  1. Love this Laura! Would much rather be cuddling my daughter with my husband, in our home, than broke in a foreign country xx

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