The idea of holding a small person who was mine. I was curious about it. But I didn’t need it, the way I needed air, or water, or lemon pound cake with icing. I was happy with the life I had. When I thought about what it truly meant to have a child, I was indifferent. And I don’t know if parents should be that. I think a prerequisite to being a parent is that you should want to be one. And there’s a long diatribe here that I could go on about, but simply: Parenthood should always be a choice.
