On a rational level, I know the answer to my question is “no”. My own experience as a kid tells me that there’s no requirement for one’s life to be completely turned into a busted piñata just by being a parent. We naturally weren’t rowdy or hyperactive kids, and my parents had a no-nonsense sensibility that kept us in check. They had lives outside of raising us (although they both were/are homebodies…same as me), and while you could probably tell right away that children were present in the home, the place didn’t look like it had been besieged by children.
But recent exposures to my fiancés’ relatives are making me worry about what I could be signing up for as parent. And I’m hoping this post doesn’t come across as critical, because I like his family a lot.
His older brother has a 5-year old boy in addition two teenaged sons. Within two seconds upon entering their house, it is obvious there is a little boy who lives there. His action figures are posted on every horizontal surface: kitchen counters, dining room table, coffee tables, computer desk, back of the toilet. Everywhere. Every time we’ve visited his brother and SIL, the youngest’s toys are strewn across the floor in the living room; there is actually a toy train track that is semi-permanently stationed in there that you have to carefully mind while walking. And when we visit, no matter the occasion, family entertainment is centered around the youngest. For instance, a couple months ago we had dinner at their place and afterwards, we sat and watched his brother play videogames with the youngest. Then my fiancé, his brother, and I played chutes and ladders with the youngest. Then we played several hands of UNO. Sitting at the table as adults and shooting the breeze happens infrequently.
His younger sister has three boys, all under the age of 5. I have never visited them since they live out-of-state, but the other day, my fiancé and I skyped with her. This was the first time I’d really talked to her and was interested in, you know, having a conversation with her. Instead, almost the entirety of our 45-min exchange consisted us her showing us the antics of her 3 kids. Boys diving over couch cushions, boys pretending to be dinosaurs, boys hopping around like kangaroos. Extremely adorable stuff. My fiancé of course was entertained and cherished getting to see his nephews at play. But after 10-minutes of this, I felt alienated and annoyed. I’ll be her SIL in 9 months. Is it unreasonable to expect that she’d pull her attention away from her kids long enough to engage me? I complimented her on her new home and asked her a few questions, but got very little out of her because her kids were too much of an irresistible distraction to her. I don’t know if my fiancé picked up on my feelings about this, or whether he even thought there was something missing from the exchange.
I’m not a parent, so I’m trying not to cast judgement on them. Perhaps it’s not fair to expect parents of little kids to value adult interactions the same way I do. Perhaps its hard for them to tear themselves away from their kids because kids are naturally attention-hungry (perhaps me and my siblings were exceptions to the rule?). What I do know is that I don’t want my life to be so kid-centered that I unconsciously ignore and alienate adults in my company. Is this a risk that automatically comes with parenthood? Or does this have more to do with a person’s personality? I don’t think I have it in me to be 100% kid-centered, but who knows what could happen once I become a parent?
I guess I’m also looking for advice on how to broach this with my fiancé. The last thing I want to do is make him think I’m judging his siblings, but they are clear examples of what I don’t want my life to become as a parent. His siblings seem happy, don’t get me wrong, but it isn’t the life for me. Not that I haven’t already given him some idea of my values…for example, he knows that I don’t want toys all over the place if it can be helped. But for now, I have decided not to bring up my feelings about the conversation with his sister.