Kids....

I’m sure they enrich your life, I’m sure they are a joy to have around, I’m sure everyone who has them feels sorry for those who don’t.  I’m here to ask you to not feel sorry for me.

One of my first blogs was about my cat Lily and how reports show pets with “children” like names are called so by frustrated childless couples.  I’m here to ask you; no, to tell you; this is not the case with my husband and I.

I didn’t grow up knowing I would never have kids; I think I kind of grew “into” the idea as I got older.  I’m pretty sure my husband did as well.

I’m/we’re not anti children.  I’ll admit I can’t tolerate ill mannered children, but I don’t know many people who can (the difference is I actually call them out, but that is for another blog).  What has happened is I have become selfish as I’ve gotten older – now the thought of taking kids to dancing, karate, childrens birthday parties and losing my weekend is not appealing.  Trying to keep up with a young child 24x7 is, quite simply, not my cup of tea these days!

My latest god son (yes, I have a few, mix those with nieces and nephews and they total about 20 or 21 at last count) arrived only 2.5 weeks ago – if I was ever going to rethink my whole life, that would have been a good time.  While he is cute, outrageously so, I don’t feel like I’m missing something in life. 

So – thank you to: Alana (21 and the eldest of the pack who now has her own daughter); Jordan; Corey; Kieran; Jesse; Taj; Kobi; Indi; Carter; Addisyn; Archie; Mia; Beau; Elka; Jens; Michaela; Jack; Sienna; Jack; Jordan 2;  and the latest edition to the fold, Flynn.   You keep my life real, full, enriched and give me a little taste of what it is like to have kids.  I get the best of both worlds; and then I get to give you back to your parents.