I always thought the whole biological clock thing was a myth. Not the conceiving part - the idea that a woman can feel as time is ticking on. And yet, as time passes, I do find myself warming to children. And boy, it’s a strange feeling.
I used to look around, see children, and regard them with a wrinkled nose. Not that I didn’t like children - please, I babysat the same kids for eight years, they loved me, the feeling was mutual. But the idea of dealing with one every single day. Being responsible for their lives. Yuck. That’s enough to wrinkle any nose.
But lately, I’ve been looking around and thinking “aw, isn’t that precious?” Precious? Why is that a word I’m using outside of a Lord of the Rings Gollum impression?
Does this mean I want to have children tomorrow? No. Does this mean I want to have children in five years? Maybe, but maybe not. It just means all of a sudden, I’m not weirded out by the idea. And THAT is weird.
Case in point: It is known amongst my friends that I tend to think that 67% of the white babies I encounter are creepy. Particularly the ones that have the faces of 30 year olds. But lately, almost every white baby I see I think is just adorable. When did this revolution happen? Did all white babies just get exponentially cuter? I think no. So then it’s me. The clock ticks on, the babies get cuter, and I am left in wonderment at the natural progression of life.
Important side note: One baby I will never think is cute is the baby from Friday Night Lights. Lord in Heaven. Don't tell me you disagree.
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