To be honest, I have mixed feelings about kids. Sometimes, I really like them, and other times, they just get on my nerves. It’s not that I hate them or anything, but they can be a lot to handle.
There’s something naturally adorable about kids. They have this innocence that makes them fun to be around. They get excited over the smallest things, and their laughter is so pure that it can brighten up your mood even when you’re having a bad day. I love how they run around with endless energy, how they randomly say the funniest things without even trying, and how they can make you feel special by just sitting next to you and holding your hand. There’s a certain joy that comes with having kids around, and I can’t deny that I enjoy that side of them.
But then, there’s the other side—the side that makes me question if I truly like kids. I have a little brother (technically my niece, we stay together and i call him my brother). This boy is just 2 years old but he can be the most annoying human being on the planet. He’s stubborn, mischievous, and does things that make me want to scream.
For example, he has this habit of randomly slapping me out of nowhere. And I’m not talking about a playful slap—I mean a full-force, unexpected slap that actually hurts. And the worst part? He does it with a straight face like it’s nothing. If it were someone else, I would react immediately, but because he’s a kid, I just let it slide.
Then there’s his habit of disturbing me when I’m eating. Imagine sitting peacefully, enjoying your food, and the next thing you know, a small hand is throwing random objects into your plate. Sometimes it’s a piece of paper, sometimes it’s something he picked up from the floor—I don’t even want to think about it. And when I get angry, he just laughs like it’s the funniest thing in the world. Infact, because of this i have had to stay far away from hin whenever i want to eat.
But the most frustrating thing? The way he completely disrespects my sleep. There’s nothing worse than being in a deep, peaceful sleep, only to feel small hands aggressively tapping you awake. And it’s never for anything important. It’s always something like, "come and give me biscuits " Like, bro, I’m sleeping! Can this wait? But no, once a kid wants something, they don’t care if you’re sleeping, tired, or busy—they must get your attention.
And don’t even get me started on the mess they make. You could spend an hour cleaning and arranging a room, and in less than five minutes, they’ve turned everything upside down. And they will just move on like nothing happened, leaving you to deal with the disaster.
So, do I like kids? Honestly, yes and no. I like them when they’re cute, funny, and loving. But when they start getting annoying, stubborn, and destructive, I just want to run away. Unfortunately, kids don’t come with an "off" switch, so you have to take them as they are—adorable, chaotic, and sometimes completely unbearable.
At the end of the day, I guess I like kids, but only in small doses. Too much time with them, and I start questioning my patience and my sanity.