I don’t have kids, nor is it a plan of mine for the near future. The late Tupac Shakur once stated he would never bring children into world unless he was guaranteed to make their life more accomodating than his. It was roughly around 1998 when I first read that quote and even at 12 years old, that philosphy has always stuck with me.
The fact of the matter is, I love kids, and not in a “let me hop in a Yahoo chat room, talk to one only to find out it’s Chris Hansen” type of way either. After working at summer camps for years and in a psychologist’s office at one point, you tend to understand their stories and learn a lot of them resonate from tumultuous homes.
Harking back to Pac for a moment, his reasoning reflects my own stands as the exact reason why having kids does not fall on my immediate agenda. I come from a single parent household and while my mother and grandmother are the most beautiful women on the planet, the last thing I desire is to raise a child without both of his/her parents.
Last year, and what feels like every day since, the murder of five-year-old Shaniya Nicole Davis has haunted me. Not because I knew her or her family personally or because it was that one case which made national headlines. Instead, it was because of the sheer evil behind it. I’m not stupid, so I know crimes in similar fashion to this occur more often than I would care to research.
However, robbing a child of their innocence is the single most important reason I’m petrified of becoming a parent because that truly is one of the few characteristics which makes a child, a child. Shaniya was “sold” by the one person who should have taken a vow with God to protect her – Antoinette Davis, her mother – to a man who wanted nothing more than to violate her developing body and discard of it like old car parts or empty soda bottles once he was finished.