Back to back trips to Buy Buy Baby and Babies ‘R Us this week to find an extra tall baby gate to contain my frisky feline had me thinking about babies. I expect that as the marriage count among my friends is continuing to increase, steadily behind it will come the baby count. Eeeek. Babies.
Until recently, I used to say that the only thing I knew for sure that I wanted to happen in my life was to have children. Not that I wanted these children any time before my mid-thirties, but I knew I wanted them. Maybe it’s me just readjusting my life plan based upon a realistic expectation of fruition but now I’m not so sure. I mean, certainly I think I still want to have children, but now I’m beginning to consider that it could NOT happen and I could also be okay with that. For example, I don’t think I want children enough to consider having them without a partner. I hate to make my life decision about having children contingent upon the (seemingly impossible) feat of finding a partner, but I also can’t really fathom the workload of a single parent. Having children seems hard enough with two parents. Also, there’s a degree of selfishness that I think you get accustomed to being alone and I can see now how sacrificing that needs to be a clear choice. Last but not least, seeing all of that horrendous baby crap really grated on my sense of aesthetics.
Cheddar is doing a fine job fulfilling my hypothetical evolutionary need to nurture.
