* Warning this is a huge vent from a single girl with no children and none coming in the near future.
I understand the need to celebrate new life, and big life changers. I know it is the circle of life, I've seen Lion King...I get it. As someone who is sneaking up on 40 and would love nothing more then a baby of my own I am sick to death of baby showers.
I work at a school were every other teacher is a breeder. Seems like we throw those silly parties more then we issue out report cards. I have donated to department gifts then been into arm twisted to pitch in on team gifts. I have produced fruit treys, dips and crackers. I have played wacky games, clapped at diapers and guessed at matching baby pictures with people's names. I am tired of all of it.
Every super soft blanket, tiny adorable outfit and those little bitty shoes...break my heart. I go because I want to be supportive, and present in the moment. I leave bitchy. Angry at myself for not being there yet. It is a dream suspended for 10 years. A dream that is falling through my fingers one tiny shoe and fuzzy blanket at a time. Maybe someday are the strict deadlines for this dream delayed.
Uggghh. Enough. Promise...I will be back to my cheeky A to Z postings, book updates, and poetry next time.
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I work at a school were every other teacher is a breeder. Seems like we throw those silly parties more then we issue out report cards. I have donated to department gifts then been into arm twisted to pitch in on team gifts. I have produced fruit treys, dips and crackers. I have played wacky games, clapped at diapers and guessed at matching baby pictures with people's names. I am tired of all of it.
Every super soft blanket, tiny adorable outfit and those little bitty shoes...break my heart. I go because I want to be supportive, and present in the moment. I leave bitchy. Angry at myself for not being there yet. It is a dream suspended for 10 years. A dream that is falling through my fingers one tiny shoe and fuzzy blanket at a time. Maybe someday are the strict deadlines for this dream delayed.
Uggghh. Enough. Promise...I will be back to my cheeky A to Z postings, book updates, and poetry next time.
It's OK to vent. It's OK to feel how you feel and express it. It's your BLOG. I understand... really. I do have several single friends and all I can say is that as long as you do your part in this world, everything else will fall into place. I know...hard to believe that now, but someday whether in this life or in the next we will understand. You keep making people happy with your poetry and everything else. That is you and what truly matters ;)
ReplyDeleteYou are a wonderful writer and I'm so happy you commented on and decided to follow my blog. I used to feel the same way when I was younger about not having any kids yet. Now I'm old and I have no children and it is OK. I believe now that it was for the best for me. I wish for you that this will work out for the best for you.
ReplyDeleteWe always want what we can't or aren't able to have. I'm a grandmother now with both generations living with me. What I want is to be alone, so I can concentrate on my writing and art.
ReplyDeleteNancy
N. R. Williams, The Treasures of Carmelidrium.
Vent as much as you like. Life is what it is. There is no unique way of being happy!
ReplyDeleteVent away, girly! I'm single as well, and while I'm not feeling the urgency quite like you, I can understand how going to nonstop baby showers would make you feel. There are several never-married, upper-30s teachers at my school, and while they put on a happy face, I know each wedding/baby shower have feels like a kick in the stomach. Vent away...that's what we're here for!
ReplyDelete*Julie
*hugs* I understand :[
ReplyDeleteThat must be difficult. Hugs to you.
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