I spent most of the weekend repainting my office. Envision a granny smith apple. And then vomit that color all over some pretty big (and well-lit) walls. That is what I was trying to cover up. The new color was inspired by the color of the water in Turks and Caicos (coming soon to a travel related post).
In between bouts of painting and fume-induced light-headedness, I went to a baby shower accompanied by a good friend. And her 7 month old baby. She is my FAVORITE 7 month old. Ok, she is the only 7 month old I know right now, but she is still my favorite. She has a fantastic older brother, but he didn’t come to the shower.
I am often amused by the ideas of those around me regarding why I don’t have kids. 1. I must not like kids. I don’t dislike all children. I don’t like all children either. In the same way that I don’t like all adults. I like children I know and have relationships with. 2. I don’t think I would be a good mother. I think I would be a great mother. I would throw myself into it 100%, like I do with everything I tackle. There is a shadow of truth to things around sleep, money, travel, sex, etc. But mostly, I just don’t want to. I don’t want to give up, even a little, all of the other things that bring me joy in life. I feel I would be giving up more than I would get back. And that is just my truth.
I have found what is, for me, a perfect balance. I can have children in my life without actually having to produce and raise them myself. I can enjoy spending time with them, seeing them grow and also sending them home. Thank you to my friends that have taken on the larger commitment so that I can enjoy your children!