When I first found out I was pregnant in the hot, desolate, Covid-tarnished summer of 2020, my biggest fear was that I would be too selfish to be a decent parent. It wasn’t entirely unreasonable. After all, I have a track record of being too “autonomous” to have an office job (they hijack your time!), too “freedom-loving” to put down roots in one city, and too egotistical to prioritize my partner’s needs above my own (something my fiancé will definitely attest to). So, when I realized I was about to forever bid adieu to my revered independence and dedicate my foreseeable future to another human, I was, dare I say it, terrified. I had always known I wanted children, but was I actually capable of the level of commitment they require?
A Mother's Love
A Mother's Love
A Mother's Love
When I first found out I was pregnant in the hot, desolate, Covid-tarnished summer of 2020, my biggest fear was that I would be too selfish to be a decent parent. It wasn’t entirely unreasonable. After all, I have a track record of being too “autonomous” to have an office job (they hijack your time!), too “freedom-loving” to put down roots in one city, and too egotistical to prioritize my partner’s needs above my own (something my fiancé will definitely attest to). So, when I realized I was about to forever bid adieu to my revered independence and dedicate my foreseeable future to another human, I was, dare I say it, terrified. I had always known I wanted children, but was I actually capable of the level of commitment they require?