Monday, January 11, 2010
When you first meet somebody and you do the little butt-sniffing dance during which you reveal the basic facts of your existence, the inevitable kid question comes up.
New Person: Do you have kids?
NP: How many?
NP: *looks at me like a I must be some kind of weirdo*
It's almost like I said "none" to the sort of person that simply cannot understand why people would NOT want to have kids. As if that makes them monsters of the very first order. I didn't plan on having one kid. It seems that most people gravitate towards the number of children in their family of origin when they imagine their future clan. I thought I'd like to have two. Boy and a girl, of course. Well, it seems that the universe gives you what you can handle. I LOVE having one kid. And I love that that one kid is a boy. He's the perfect kid for me and I wouldn't want it any other way. In general, people don't get it. It's like you're not officially a family unless you have multiple offspring. Like you have no idea what it's "REALLY" like. Trust me. We're a family. Just without all of the fightin'. Well, amongst children, anyway. And the chaos. Oh wait.....scratch that. That's where I come in. Our lives would be chaotic with NO children thanks to yours truly. I crave order yet inexplicably seem to cause mayhem to spontaneously break out. My child does not seem to suffer from lack of siblings. In fact, when asked if he ever wishes he had a brother or sister, he says, "GOD NO!!!!". And he's a remarkably well-adjusted and kind little chap. Never had any sharing issues or any of the other stereo-typical "only-child" traits. He's got a lot of "stuff" but he's not spoiled. To me, spoiled is about quality of personality rather than quantity of posessions. I'm proud of the little guy. There are plenty of ways to be a family..........ours is just a little small. Which is good 'cause I don't think the world could handle anymore of my offspring. It's safer this way.