About seven and a half years ago, I went to a friend's wedding. As you might have already guessed, I was quite a bit younger back then- obvi.
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Crimped my hair...sorry 'bout it. |
The day after the wedding, we went to have brunch and watch the happy couple open their presents. I remember one of the gifts they received was a casserole dish, and the bride, Malora, seemed weirdly thrilled by this. I sat there thinking, "Kill me if I ever get excited about a casserole dish. When I get married, I'm asking for a new snowboard." Actually, I think I might have said it out loud to our friend, Carly, and offended people. I do that a lot by accident when I think I'm just saying things in my mind. To my credit, I was only 23 years old. Why wouldn't I want a snowboard?
Last Saturday, I went to a baby shower for a friend. It was a really nice event, considering I hate babies. Just kidding, I really don't hate babies at all. I work with them. Sometimes I hold them. Overall, I would say I like them as a people group. I just don't want one of my own. Considering the shower goers were comprised of a minimum of three preggos, women who have already had at least one kid, and those who are planning on having kids, I felt like a giant alien face (which is funny, because, let's be honest all babies look like alien faces.) If not an alien, I am pretty sure this makes me a horrible person.
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I do hold babies. (I love this baby, PS.) |
I felt like a robot who hadn't been programmed to adore cute miniature baby booties or Onesies with silly expressions on them. (Although, I
did give Shandra a pretty hilarious Onesie with a blue ribbon on it that said, "Best in Show.") I leaned over to my friend Carly - yes, the same Carly from two paragraphs ago- and muttered, "Kill me if I ever get excited about a diaper bag."
It makes me feel like there is something seriously wrong with me. I wish I wanted a baby so that I could feel like a normal human. Then again, I've been completely abnormal for thirty years, why start now?
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Nachos on my face? Maybe. |
I really don't believe I'm a horrible person, (no comments please) but I
am a selfish person. I'm totally set in my ways. I go to Pilates twice a week. I run at least three times a week. I go to yoga on Sundays. I get my nails done, my hair done, and my eyebrows waxed. Not to mention, Eric and I like living downtown, and we go to about 40 baseball games per season- none of this is conducive to having a miniature, helpless person tagging along. But never mind these luxuries! Do you know what every new mother I know has told me at one point or another? "I don't have time to shower any more." You don't have time to- what the...? Um, I kind of like showering, people. Is that so wrong?!
I know I sound like I'm whining, but it's good for me to feel like an alien robot sometimes. It's a gift to be able to empathize. Never felt like a heartless alien robot invading a baby shower? Oh, no? Well, ever felt like a freak for some reason or another? We've all been there. There's hope for all of us freaks, though, you know. Seven years after I scoffed at my friends' cookware, I got married, myself. Also, I got this really amazing oval 6.75 quart cast iron french oven that I just
love.
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Weirdly thrilling, no? |
I can already see another blog post in 7 years with a picture of a Bugaboo stroller instead of a Le Creuset oven... wait for it....
ReplyDeletePS I never wanna be a rabbi.