04 August 2008

No, there is NOTHING better

This weekend I had a conversation with a friend that really irked me.  Actually, I had a couple of irksome, parenting related conversations, but for the sake of posting thematics, I'm starting with this one:
We were talking about how my friend Julia really wants to get married and have babies, and I could tell that my friend was a little bit critical of that particular life path, so I quickly clarified that I too would love to be settled and have more kids.  He asked me, "Don't you have anything better to do?"
Well if you put it that way, no I absolutely do not.  Yes, there are other things in my life that are important.  I have goals, dreams, ambitions, etc., all of them unrelated to being a mom.  But are they better?  No.  I can tell you with utmost certainty that there is no experience, in this world or otherwise, that compares to the joy and wonder and (I know this is cheesy but it's the truth) the magic of raising a child.  
Yes, there are times of incessant chatter, and there are naptime battles, and tantrums about what t-shirt to wear, and refusing to eat veggies, and fighting with your cousins over who gets to be in charge of the Legos, and whining for ice cream, and begging for just five more minutes at the park.  
But considering the flip side of that coin?  Blowing bubbles in the park, and baking cookies together, and reading your favorite story, and getting down on your knees to look at the ants crawling in the grass, and running through sprinklers, and falling asleep together on the couch, and the love that's so strong, so tangible, that it could be a palpable substance, a physical cord pulling the two of you together?  
Well then who the fuck cares about the other stuff?


  1. I KNOW!
    ...... sigh.

  2. "Don't you have anything better to do?" sent my blood pressure ROCKETING UP TO THE CLOUDS.