I’m child-free and likely to stay that way. It’s not that I’m anti-motherhood; more that I’m comfortably single and that’s unlikely to change.
I don’t dislike children, either. Kids are great, but babies? Babies I’m indifferent about at best.
At worst, I do not get the appeal.
Yeah, some babies are cute, but some are also weird-looking and I’m still expected to pretend they’re cute.
Add in the fact that so many new parents are like “Do you want to hold the baby?!” and then immediately start micromanaging exactly how the baby is being held, and I’m just like, nope.
I’d rather not open that can of worms, thanks.
Look, I don’t have a lot of baby-holding practice. I know the basic rules, but it’s going to be awkward no matter what.
Making me feel like I’m holding a bomb that could explode at any moment if my arm isn’t angled just right is not helping that awkwardness.
It’s probably making it a lot worse, actually.
I’m happy to appreciate your new bundle of joy on my own terms. I’m just asking that you don’t try to force that kind of awkwardness on me without warning, ‘kay?
We’ll all be better off for it.
Last Updated on December 4, 2020 by Amy Pilkington