4,30,16 There was a club. You were a member. And shit just happens

My whole life, I was crazy to have children.

 I would've had them, no matter what. 

I would have raised and cared for somebodies any bodies of any kind. 
When you're raised in a family of seven kids,anything over a three kids family is big. 

I raised my four little brothers, with  help from my big brother. 

My youngest sibling, a sister, I didn't get to know. 

Or I would've wanted to care for her too.

The funny thing is that having kids is not obligatory. Or essential.

Oh, it's nuts and exhausting and one of the sweetest things in life. 

It's surprising and disappointing . 

And shocking and I'm guessing that every single person who 

goes into it is operating under that weird assumption 

that they're going to do it right. 

None of those disasters or problems or challenges that befall others 

will ever befall them. Because they will be doing it so right. 

It's membership in the club that you don't even know exists, 

until you're like maybe 50 or 60, and then if you've had kids, 

or you're close to somebody who did, you watch the realization dawn. 

That wasn't reality. 

There was a club. 

You were a member. 

And shit just happens