Saturday, March 2, 2019

…and had so many children and grand children she didn’t know what to do…


How many children did you bequeath to the world? How many humans did you sire? How well did you conform to society norms to procreate?
It must be important because on your obituary behind the date and the cause of your death and before your accomplishments and accolades is the number of children you begat.
Whether your maternal instincts provided your man a brood of sons and daughters to display as signs of a productive marriage bond and a wealth to be able to afford all these little people.
Others had as many if not more while breeding, but other than the few moments of physical pleasure, these new boys and girls were family slaves to work for free.
Still we multiply without regard of the planets capability to feed the offspring. The measurements of births against the deaths balance our possibility for survival.
For those who seem incapable to follow the cultural norm, there is adoption, in vitriol fertilization, or whatever other means to achieve the status of motherhood.
Others are to wander in the shadows of doubt and social ridicule for not becoming a mother? Maternal instincts do not have a quiz but is fired by social pressure.
Some say there are those who should not or cannot become doctors. Some say there are those who cannot accomplish the grades to pass the test. Some say there are those who are destined to fail.
To raise a brood should not be a reaction to an “Uh Oh” moment but a rational preplanned decision to raise a family.

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