Author: Natalie Thomas
"Without Giving Any Thought To Having Another, I'd Glance At My Toddler Pour A Glass Of Wine And Pop A Birth Control Pill."
A guy I once dated in college told me he knew I'd be an amazing mother, and even at 19, when other girls were fixated on their figure, it was the greatest compliment I'd ever been given. I’ve always loved little kids. In high school I'd spend my free period visiting the pre-K classroom my mother taught in while my friends relaxed in the lounge. I babysat—a side career I had started at the ripe old age of eight—alongside my burgeoning publishing career until I was 25, not because I needed the money (although I did) but because I loved it.
Still, there was a time I questioned whether I'd ever have children. It wasn't that my love for little ones waned—rather, my professional ambitions grew. About the same time my babysitting career came to an end, my real one took off. I was traveling the world, covering events, interviewing celebrities and seeing my name in print. It was addictive, and suddenly I was questioning whether I’d ever want to give it all up, to make sacrifices and allowances. I loved my independence and life as it was, and I knew kids would be a hindrance.
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