Kids are the pits! Yes, you read that right.

One day you are living a peaceful life and the next, kids waltz into your life. Your life changes without fail and there is nothing you can do about it…

Or is there?

Roundhouse them kids!

“Kids are a blessing,” they said.

“They are cute and lovely.”

“ They are the best.”

Nobody told you they looked like they were from another planet when they are born. Yes, people pretend when they first see kids especially when it comes to physical features.

“He has your eyes, his mother’s nose or your grandmother’s toes.”

How? How can you see all that from an alien-looking being?

More so, no one prepares you for the aftermath. Trust me, no YouTube or social media influencer parent is going to prepare you for what comes ahead.

Prepare you for?

A constantly crying, pooping, cholic-distressed, attention-seeking baby… the list goes on. And then as they grow up, they start acting like they own the place.

They get naughtier. They tag on things.

Oh, that phone you sold your liver to buy…

Broken!

That food you prepared with the utmost love and care…

Spat out, vomited, grabbed like mud and thrown on the floor and anything that shouldn’t have smudge.

Isn’t it strange how kids choose the exact things they shouldn’t mess with?

“Don’t touch that,” you say as a concerned parent.

“Oh, you mean that’s exactly what I should touch, break and destroy?” the baby thinks.

Roundhouse them kids!

Now, I know that if you have read this far, you are judging me. You must think I am a maniacal person with a sincere dislike for kids.

You’re right.

Roundhouse them kids!

Kidding.

Honestly, kids are a blessing. A few things are as delightful as creating a little human that looks like you and takes after you.

It’s a blessing… and a responsibility to raise another human into a decent human being. Yes, it is an intimidating responsibility but it is rewarding, it seems, every step of the way.

As you go, even at the younger stages, especially as a baby, you get to see the only stage you were not cognisant enough to understand.

You get a front-row seat to what your parents had to go through. What you went through to become what you are currently.

No, you were not delivered by storks as some stories claim. You were born, cried, pooped and broke plenty of things.

You may have thought your rebellious nature started as a teenager but I have realised that it started way earlier. Along the way, our parents, relatives and people we met, shaped us into who we are now.

Another interesting thing that happens, when you have a child, is that you matter a little less. You know all that crap we’ve been fed by a narcissistic world that it is all about us?

That all flies out the window, hopefully, if you have any heart left by the time you have a child.

You care more about someone else than you care about yourself. And you do whatever it takes to make their life as worthwhile as possible.

Having children is one of the most selfless acts you can take as a human. But there is another side to the coin.

While it may seem selfless, it is a bit selfish. We also do it for ourselves.

Who doesn’t want to see continuity to some degree? Who wants their life to end when they are buried?

Kids are the continuity of your bloodline. We are here because our parents, grandparents and great-grandparents chose to have children.

They chose to continue their bloodline despite all the “fun” they could have had without being “tied” down with kids and the burdensome responsibility.

It must be a worthwhile burden, right? You’re here, aren’t you? Maybe you wish you weren’t but if you truly did, you wouldn’t be alive reading this.

Maybe you were a worthwhile burden to someone? Maybe not?

But the fact that you are still here means you matter at least to one person, yourself.

And if you matter to yourself, you probably want to create more of yourself.

At least to some however small extent.