From the Trenches of Parenthood – An Amusing View

Mother’s Day Series – Thursday

It’s hard to believe, but I once had trouble getting pregnant (even though I went on to have four babies.) But thanks to a dirty-haired OB/GYN doc and a special drug called Clomid, my infertility lasted only a few months. Exactly one year after I swallowed my first Clomid pill, I gave birth to a sweet baby girl.

I left the hospital with a baby, a car seat and one very sore va-jay-jay. I knew very little about parenting and

Mother of Five – Not a Big Fan of Kids

Recently my boyfriend and I were having a discussion about children.  Now for some people I can see where that could be a difficult discussion, but for me – it’s all good.  You see, I am a widowed mother of five – their ages range from 16 to 26.  The issue that came up in our discussion that made him a little uncomfortable was discovering that I really don’t like kids. 

First off, let me begin by clearing the air – I really don’t even like calling him “boyfriend” – I mean, he’s 46 for God’s sake.  THAT clearly is not a boy.  Now my son who is 16 – he definitely falls into the “boyfriend” category – not mine of course, but that of his girlfriend Lauren, who I prefer to call “the elf,” but that’s a whole other story that is related to her twinkly eyes, pixie-like haircut, and curled up shoes.  But I digress …

So the other night when my “man friend” heard me say, “I don’t really even like kids,” I don’t know why he was so confused.  I can clearly recall at least two or three conversations we’ve had over the past year we’ve been together in which I’ve made this same statement.  For some reason I must have seemed more serious or genuine this time about my child-dislike – or perhaps it was the overall conversation that he found most disturbing.