I'm still single now and not yet thinking to get married, let alone to have kids. Don't get me wrong, I love kids, but not when they're in tantrum. I love all my nephews and nieces, but not when they're naughty or crying asking for toys or candies.
You see, I've been thinking that raising one child must be tough. I can't imagine parents who have three, four, or five kids, or more. The difficulty levels must be raising up. You have to feed them, nurture them, educate them, every thing you do to make sure that your children will have a good life. You love your children, right? You never complain in taking care of your children. Even when they already grow up and have a family of their own, you still worry about them, don't you? For you, they will always be your baby. Am I right?
But, does it ever occur to you what will happen if the condition is reversed? It's time for you to be taken care of by your children. You're old and you're sick. Your children are the only one for you to hold. Question now: will they take a good care of you? Will they ever complain? Are they sincere in taking care of you? Do they grumble when they wash your underwear and there is still feces on it? Do they guide you to a bathroom and wipe your butt after you have defecated? Will they look after you just like you looked after them when they're kids?
I once said to my mom, "Mom, it must have been difficult for you and Dad to raise five children. Alone, without help, and without complaint. Until now. But, when it comes to us, your own children, to take care both of you, why is it so hard?" I mean there are five of us (not to mention my brothers' wives, my sisters' husbands, and their children), but why is it still so hard to take care of two people? Ah, I wish I knew the answer.