I have no intention to let a bun finding its way in my oven.
There is a whole lot out there who don’t like to pop out biological child, but dote on nieces/nephews.
Or be the most charming baby-sitter of the town. I don’t belong to them either.
I get tired with constant baby-talks. Heck, many of them are downright rude, who just stare and don’t share their ice-creams with you.
Burning the bridges
Kids are pro at not only burning bridges (when there is no incentive in foreseeable future) but nuke it.
It’s only when we become adult, we get lobotomized in carrying around toxic people in our life. We fear to ruffle the feathers.
When I was 7, a nagging aunty used to visit our household. Pinching my cheeks, coochie-cooing and hovering over like a hawk were her favorite activities inside our house.
One day I was doing something and she was interrupting me repeatedly, talking in a baby voice.
After a point, I snapped back and blurted out- “Please go back to your home, it’s already late for your lunch”, much to the dismay of my furious and equally-part embarrassed mother.
I was not proud of what I did (okay, a li’l bit) but from next day, the aunty vanished into thin air.
While adulting and learning 101 ways of networking, we have repeatedly been taught the virtue of not burning bridges.
But children are unfazed. They shoo away those who are pain-in-the-ass. This is akin to cutting toxic people off your life. Like-
- Clients who don’t pay
- Relatives who laugh at your broken engagement
- Friends who slap your FB feed with photos of their exotic vacays and giving you major FOMO.
Kids don’t think much about shape of nose, perkiness of breasts or love handles.
It’s the toxic popular media projecting a certain body type and the adults shoving it down others’ throats are to blame for emerging body issues.
When my friends and I were kids (pre-high school), jelly-belly, jingling thighs or mustaches were hardly on our priority list.
There were more pressing issues at hand like- homework, games, sharing books, bitching about parents etc.
It’s all changed when we transitioned to high-school. But that is story for another day.
Learning to be comfortable inside your skin, admiring the reflection of your nakedness on the mirror are some of the virtues one can learn from kids.
Even if that damn baby-voice screaming like a banshee— grates on your nerves and make you see red.
Don’t pay heed to (other) parents
Kids are famous for making good usagee of two ears. I mean they take in the advice, analyze it on the ‘usability’-scale and then take out.
And these days, I’m trying to leverage it.
It’s tough when you don’t have (or like) kids and all of your friends are popping out little munchkins.
Even if you don’t get the heart-burn by seeing the pictures of those cherubs, their parents (your buddies) might make you feel guilty of not acquiring the maternal instinct yet.
Well, it happened to me.
When you were a kid, you didn’t listen to your parents. Now don’t listen to what (others’) parents say about your relationship status, salary or ovary.
Just smile vaguely, nod and do what you gotta do.
So, what other qualities do you think one can imbibe from babies?