I had some friends over for a visit the other week. One is married with four kids, and one is married with two. A good majority of the time was spent with them talking about how burdened and frustrated they are with this-that-or-the-other-thing around their kids and motherhood. I know they aren’t sad to be mothers, but I must admit, after they left, I found myself thinking “Hmm, I may never want kids. If this is how I’m going to feel about it, thank you, but no thank you.” You have alleviated my worries in this post. I want kids again.