“I don’t actually want to hold your baby, sorry.”
I like kids. I really do.
I like their inane conversations (“Do you think Spiderman or Superman has longer arms?”)
I like the way they express themselves through fashion. (“No you can’t wear your dressing gown and my high heels to pre-school”).
I like their lack of filter and their inability to contain their emotions, their joy, their disappointment, their love.
I like them. Honestly.
I just, sometimes, don’t really want to be around yours.
It’s nothing personal.
I have three of my own.
Three deliciously amazing little beings who make my throat choke-up and my lips unable to stop smiling when I think of them. Three individuals who I can’t get enough of, they are interesting and creative and talented.
But they are my kids.
Just because I have kids doesn’t mean I want to be around other people’s.
Just because I have kids doesn’t mean I think yours are interesting and creative and talented.
Just because I have kids doesn’t mean I even like other kids.
Here’s the thing. While I might look idle as I sit in a coffee shop, laptop open, browsing Facebook, while I might look ready and willing to engage. Looks are deceiving. I am not.
If I am alone.. child free. I am alone for a reason. I could be working. I could be focused intently on watching the newest cat video on YouTube. I could be deeply invested in the latest Kardashian pregnancy bump shot .