Let's be honest, I'm not a kid person. Yes, I have a history of baby-sitting and I even did a few stints as a volunteer at Summer Bible Club, but I'm not too thrilled with the general idea of children. Particularly babies. Poopy diapers, constant crying, never being able to read their minds, getting up at 3am to feed them (sounds a lot like caring for the Man...). I simply don't do babies. Until...
my nephew Sir Booska Squeakerface came along. (Facts: Ivan William Thomas, born 1:13pm on March 14th, 2010; 8 lbs, 11 ounces, 23 1/4" long.) Everyone said that my views on children would change when it was my own. He is only my nephew, but I cannot even begin to express how much love I have for this little boy.
My poor sister had a rough go-round with him, and maybe the dramatics associated with his birth have added to my ridiculous obsession. (Facts: She had an emergency C-Section as a result of HELLP syndrome. Google it -- I had to.) She made it through and both mom & baby are doing well. All I want to do is hold him and kiss him and snuggle him all the live long day.
I mean, seriously. It's getting ridiculous. Let me clarify one thing though -- the Man and I are NOT, I repeat, NOT ready to have one of our own. By no means am I ready to be financially, spiritually, physically, and emotionally responsible for another human being. Instead, I will just spoil the CRAP out of this kid. Seriously.
I think I need therapy.
1 comment:
My sister had her first baby on the 10th of this month, and I know EXACTLY how you feel. Except I have kids of my own, and having a niece is just so great and different in comparison. I mean, I love my own kids, and I'd die to protect them. But Cecilia? I would jump over the moon for her, which is something a bit more spectacular than simply dying. And there's a simple joy in being able to cuddle her all the time, then hand her over to be fed or, better yet, for me to leave and enjoy a full night's sleep.
Such an awesome arrangement.
Congrats to your sister, by the way. He's beautiful.
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