I am a paediatrician. It's sort of implied that I LIKE children. Well the truth is.... Yes I do like them. Bet I got you there for a while. What horrid thoughts must gone through your mind in the split second.
Having said that, the liking is really acquired much later. In truth, I hated small children when I was in my teens. They are noisy, disruptive, disrespectful and disobedient, completely opposite of how I remember were expected to be when were were young ( i would like to think).
Having graduated after much struggle (that's another story. A short chat with my ex-classmate Wei Chiang so totally reminded me those years), practicing medicine was the last thing on my mind, let along having to put up with those darn kids :p
My posting in KK neonatal unit totally changed me. without going into soapy stories, who won't when you witness the struggle a premature baby put up to survive. Seeing a baby not heavier than 2 quarter pounder insisting on living on despite everyone giving up on her, brings you new respect to these little things. My tolerance and patience for kids stems from extension of those experience ever since ( believe me, I am as impatient as it gets).
Having developed whole new respect for them, it's ironical that I now spend one afternoon per month sitting on Child Abuse Protection Team meeting, getting totally bewildered and depress. Never a meeting did I fail to exclaim "what the f***!", under my breath, obviously. Never a meeting did I not leave the meeting feeling down and totally disappointed with humanity. I have long concluded that if one can't look after well, can't provide for them, then jolly well don't bring them to this world. Yes, your life might be a big disappointment and misery, yes we feel for you. But have basic decency of keeping the misery to yourself, instead of bring some poor kid to this world to share your pain, and fucking up their live while at it.
Please. Pretty please, with sugar on top.