So Matt and I worry from time to time that even though many of our friends have lovely babies, and cute babies and cuddly babies, that we simply don’t want one yet. And honestly, I only put that “yet” on the end of that sentence because I feel that I have to. Like it’s my duty or my calling in life to want a baby. And honestly, I don’t know if I really want to have one. I like the idea of having what Libby and Summer have – this beautiful child to fall in love with and to adore – and I think I would like to feel how they feel. Having a baby has turned both of them into poets – it’s wonderful. But I feel no yearning, no real desire, to literally have a child. I’ve always thought that probably no one feels this way. That a baby takes you by surprise and holds you ransom for the next 20 years of your life. Maybe everyone feels the way I feel (I know Summer did) and that by accident, they fell into the most wonderful thing in the world.
It’s funny because the other day, Matt and I talked about this very thing and he said, “I always think it’s odd when people say they are “trying” for a baby. I want to ask, “Oh? So you’ve done everything else in life that you wanted to do?” Ha. This of course, coming from someone who hasn’t experienced the “other side.” What’s the phrase….”from the outside looking in, you can’t understand it and from the inside looking out, you can’t explain it” Yeah, okay, I’ll buy that. And that really is the only thing that gives me comfort. That maybe the best things in life, you never plan for…instead, they plan on you.
I will end with a few pictures of my current babies. Babies that you can put in boarding when you go out of town. Sound appealing? It is! 🙂