I’ve been trading messages with my cousin Anna Lee on Facebook about motherhood and all that jazz. And she and I are of the same mind that it’s only your own kids who are loveable. I do love seeing babies and I think they are cute for the most part, but I have never really liked holding other people’s babies. I don’t “ooh” and “ahh” and “can I hold them”. I can probably say that I have held fewer than 5 babies in my lifetime, and each time was awkward and just made me feel like… get it off of me. I have never changed a diaper, either.
I’m not a baby-hater, though, and I do want to have kids. I just turned 27 this summer and so it’s probably not surprising that when I see families my uterus does a little jump. 🙂 I just want to have my own kids, you know… I don’t really get a thrill out of holding other people’s kids. I know that when I’m a mom I will love my kids more than anything, and that I won’t mind changing their diapers. I will learn all about it when the time comes, but to be honest… having to deal with other people’s kids’ poop is not appealing to me. I have dogs, and when they have accidents or are sick or whatever I deal with the associated fluids. I don’t mind giving them baths or cleaning up the carpet when unfortunate things happen. But if it was someone else’s dog, I wouldn’t want to mess with it. Same thing with kids. Anna Lee told me she felt the same way; when Duncan was born she fell right into the motherhood thing but hadn’t really been all goofy about babies.
So while Ryan is all giddy about having kids… well, I am too. But I’m giddy about our kids, not someone else’s. 🙂