For anyone who experiences motion sickness, reading on a city bus that is constantly switching lanes, and stopping and going at least once a minute is a huge no-no.
Alas I was forced to observe the characters on the bus. There was the typical old lady, an awkward teenager, and a mother carrying her 10 month old baby on her back.
Having children has never been on my "must do" list for life. It's always been quite low on the list after visiting Hawaii, but before sky diving. If it happens, sure...if not...I guess I should price out sky diving.
However I always fail to account for a major factor: babies are too cute.
They have cute pudgy cheeks, they make gurgle noises when they're happy, and the way the look at the world is inspiring. And don't even get me started on fat plump babies (my little sister was definitely one of those).
But as I was admiring the 10 month old ogle at the world, I realized...babies grow up to be snots.
First they hit the tender age of two, which typically coincides with when they learn the word "no". Two is when most babies have mastered the skill of walking (although some of us took our time getting there...) and can quickly and quietly wander away from the safety net of their parents.
It's all downhill from here.
After that you get a (literally) snot filled kid, covered in dirt, making messes everywhere. Followed by the snotty teenage years where your kid does everything they can to rebel against you and finally...they leave you to have their own babies...or careers...or other choice of life. And if you're lucky they'll keep in contact with you, maybe take care of you when you're back in diapers.
So when I say I want a baby, I mean I want a baby...I don't want it to grow up to be student council president, prom queen or a doctor.
I just want a baby, who will stay a baby, forever.
Maybe I should have done what Mom did and became a toddler teacher.
