Thanks, but baby can wait
I am unapologetically a product of the ’90s — a time when children were brought up to hanker after success and the Singapore Dream. A time when we were conditioned to believe the drill that a good education means success later on, a concept measured by the five Cs.
We are also a generation that more or less enjoyed the fruits of our parents’ labour, and that of globalisation — allowing us to have a good and fulfilling life even in this small city state.
In short, all this has resulted in an entire generation of creatures of comfort, who strive for material comforts and success. Not a good recipe for making babies.
In my mind, there is a conundrum that the recently announced slate of government measures does little to resolve. Even with more baby bonuses, much cheaper childcare, more goodies than ever, there is no running away from the fact that raising a child involves a lot of hard work.
Having just turned 31 and gotten married last year, I belong to that group targeted by the Enhanced Marriage and Parenthood Package. But the truth is, my husband and I have slogged for too long to give it all up for a baby right now.
After what seems like an eternity of putting my nose to the grindstone — first, Singapore’s gruelling education system, and then the arduous journey to developing my career — I can finally head home at night and enjoy the fruits of our labour: Our own dream home, paid for by our sweat and toil.
My job, though intense and with long hours at times, is still fulfilling.
Over the weekends, we sleep late and have leisurely lunches. Every once in a while, stressed out from wading through multiple work pile-ups, we may decide a time out is in order, and we jet off to any beach destination or occasionally, splurge on a trip further away.