Happy accident

My parents were never married, though they did start dating a lot of times. To the extent my conception was planned, I think it was a plan to celebrate Valentine’s day with wine. 

Some people don’t like to exist by accident, but I prefer this to the alternative. I hear parental expectations can be crippling, and since my parents only expected to spend the evening not procreating, I feel like I am already way ahead as a daughter. Or way behind, if they prefer their children non-existent. But either way, a nice relaxingly distance from a place where their disappointment seems likely to be on the line. 

I know people can intend to have children without intending for them to be doctors. But they can’t intend for them to be doctors without intending to have them, so it is at least a nice strong sign. And they can’t even intend for them to be employed and wearing pants without intending to have them. So it is a nice strong sign of a nice low bar. At least for this particular child, at the time of conception.

I do think everyone has the right to walk away from whatever plans their parents have for them. But I like my parents, and it is nice that we didn’t have to start our relationship with me awkwardly dashing their hopes for years or something.