When I was teenager, I found babies to be ugly smelly little things, not in the least bit cute, and I definitely didn’t want any of them. All my classmates would go lal mushy-eyed if anyone brought a baby to school, and I thought they were insane.
By the time I was in my thirties though, I had definitely decided that I wanted children … older children. About 7+, say. Old enought to have developed some rational thought. I still thought babies were icky. So … bit of a dilemma there
. In order to get the walking talking going-to-the-toilet-by-themselves older kid, I would have to go through the icky, hard-work, boring baby stage.
I decided that I could cope. I would brave the Demon Baby in order to get my older kids (and, eventually, adult children) further down the track. My baby was born in September 2003.
And THAT’s when the maternal instinct kicked in.
Those hormones, they really know how to do their job. The minute my daughter was born, she was adorable. She was the cutest Tiny Girl in the entire universe. All the other babies were still ugly little lumps, but MY baby was different!
She has, of course, remained adorable all the subsequent 18 months. However, the other babies haven’t remained ugly lumps. The glamour has spread! Now I too have become one of those new-baby-grasping insane clucky chicks. In fact, I’ve gone so far insane we’re planning on trying to get another one just like her this October (yeah, I know Baby #2 will probably be COMPLETELY different from the Small Girl in every respect, because second children always are. Shush! Don’t tell me about it!)
So anyway, yeah, those maternal instincts DON’T always “just kick in”. Sometimes they need a kickstart
. But I can totally relate to all you baby-free people who still think babies are ugly and smelly, 'cos objectively speaking, they are.
Except for MY BABY, of course!