Being a Parent is like waking up one day and being asked “Would you like to be God?”
My response was an obvious no brainer(HAR-HAR).
Being God, so to speak is no less shocking, challenging or flattering all at once of a position to be in just as soon as the question was raised or even answered for that matter.
And all the sickly sweet cliches about babies are true right down to their eyelashes being adorable, and them changing how you think and feel. And why shouldn’t nature hook you up to a giant hormone drip of love for the event that eventually mean your secession, graceful or not.
However some stereotypes I discovered are false. Babies don’t make you a brainless puddle of babbling idiocy. If they do you once were originally and it probably won’t make much difference.
Babies also don’t make you desperate, clingy or needy for random men or child support from random men.
Nor do children make you unattractive for that matter.
Yet, as my grandfather told my mother when she was younger “boys make you fat”. If you don’t get it, you will.
However raising a child does take all the effort people boast of and more, a community.