A Reflection on Love, Commitment, and Parenthood
I’ve spent a long time in silence, feeling both in awe and heartbroken for the children parented by women who believe that having a child will secure a man’s commitment. It’s disheartening to observe how some think that motherhood will pave the way for love, marriage, or a future together. This belief, while often rooted in hope, can quickly lead to a troubling reality when the plan falls apart. When the anticipated commitment doesn’t materialize, some women are willing to take drastic measures, even considering abortion as a solution to their dashed expectations, or worse, using the children as a means to gain attention from the man they desire.
What’s even more perplexing is the tendency for these individuals to become self-proclaimed advocates on social media, championing their choices as empowered decisions. But is it truly empowerment when the plan they once clung to for security crumbles? Aborting a pregnancy that was meant to signify a lasting bond with a partner doesn’t reflect strength; it reveals a troubling lack of accountability for the choices made in the name of love.
It’s important to recognize that bringing a child into the world is a monumental responsibility. It’s not a backup plan or a bargaining chip in a relationship. Instead of advocating for meaningful conversations about love and commitment, we often witness a performance of self-righteousness, where the complexities of relationships are brushed aside in favor of an agenda that seeks validation rather than understanding.
In reflecting on this, I urge us all to think critically about the messages we send and the values we uphold. Parenthood is a profound responsibility, and it should not be treated lightly or used as a means to secure a partner’s commitment. Let’s engage in conversations that hold us accountable and encourage us to approach love and relationships with the seriousness they deserve.
It’s time to end the cycle of using children as tools for manipulation; their lives should not be dictated by our unfulfilled desires.
The Anxious Panda Writes 