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.