You Don’t Get Sick Of Your Own Kid (Like You Do Other People’s)
You know those types of people who just LOVE kids. They say things like “the light of the world is in a child’s eyes and there is nothing more inspiring then their laughter. Hearing the joy of children makes my heart sore with a sense of unfathomable happiness and wonder.” Yeah… so… I am not one of those people.
Before having a baby, I regarded kids as mini-humans that I judged just as harshly. I often found myself thinking some kid was a little jerk. Maybe they were just being a kid, but I couldn’t help myself from being critical. Of course, like how I handle being around most people, I made sure they thought I liked them…. I am not a sociopath … I am just saying, other people’s kids could definitely annoy me.
The funny thing is, they didn’t even have to be bad kids to get on my nerves. One time when I was pregnant I went with one of my friends to get a tattoo. She had a 6-month old son, and my job was to hold him for two hours while she got work done. Mind you, he was a very nice baby. He didn’t cry, he didn’t bite, he just wiggled and squirmed and looked around. Still, when my friend was done, I basically tossed her kid at her and wondered how bad it was *really* to drink a bottle of wine while pregnant.
I remember thinking to myself “Holy crap… I am going to be squeezing one of these puppies out soon, and I am not even sure if I like babies!” And then I remember thinking “You know what would be really good right now? A hot dog.” (Of course I am exaggerating… it was an organic turkey dog…)
Despite my fears that and bad attitude, I have yet to get sick of The Munch. Even if she is being a little jerk, I love her so much that I don’t care. Don’t get me wrong, I still judge other little kids like there are on American Idol, I haven’t evolved that much yet… But maybe it is impossible for me to get sick of her because she reminds me so much of me ;o)