From the outset, I must stress that I am in no way annoyed with my rugrats. I have two boys—one now an adult, one who sounds like he is. They are great children, fun to talk to and they still give their boring mum hugs (when no one can see them do it, of course).
But I got to thinking about what my life might have been like if I’d ignored the clucky urge all those years ago. At the time, the decision to have kids seemed a natural, normal thing but not everyone thinks so. A few my friends chose not to have kids and I swear the looks I used to get as I was turning from career-minded woman to mother of one annoyed me no end.
So what exciting stuff would I have missed out on without kids in my life?
Boy stuff: teenage hormones, temper tantrums, Pokemon, cubby houses, Ben 10, Thomas the Tank Engine (movies and train set play), freezing my butt off at Saturday morning soccer.
Life stuff: Parent teacher interviews, school plays, unbelievable reasons for detention, pocket money, the big Christmas, Easter Egg Hunts, School formals, the sex talk, revisiting the smurfs!
The gross stuff: Can boys ever get their wee in the toilet bowl? Nappies, nappies, milky vomit, runny noses, sweaty boy hugs, teething and temperatures. Midnight hospital visits (Oh, wait. Nope. Those midnight trips were ALL for my husband)
The best stuff: hugs for no reason, hugs morning and night, chasing them round the house (even when they are 18), talking in the kitchen, kitchen disasters, watching them fall asleep, unwrapping presents together on Christmas morning, bouncing on THEIR beds, making mad voices and having them look at you like you’re insane.
As I sat at dinner tonight, cracking enough jokes that my eldest had to leave the table because he was laughing far too hard (and still had food in his mouth) I concluded that I might have made the right decision to have kids. I mean, what other job can you do in this world where you take a small spark of life and mould it into something you can be incredibly proud of?
Oh, yeah – that’s right. I do that in my day job too. I’m also a full-time writer. Today I achieved another milestone in my life, my ninth ebook published, my second regency gay romance (Barely a Master) is unleashed upon the world. But how exactly did I celebrate? I told my family, the people that matter most. I got hugs from hubby, double thumbs up from the eldest boy and a huge grin from the smallest one. And while my cat rubbed around my ankles, I tossed another load of washing on. There really is nothing like being a parent to keep your ego in check, is there? What do you do to celebrate those big moments in your life?
~ Lady Wicked ~