Friday, January 30, 2009

Oh, mom...

Here's a quick break down of how my conversation with my mom went last night:

Me: I'm at Target getting running shoes.

Mom: I'm so proud of you for making a commitment to being healthy!

Me: It's mostly so I can look good at the wedding, but it's fun and I like it.

Mom: You should have babies.

Okay, I admit that it wasn't quite as non-sequiter as I made it sound, but that's basically how it went. Let me make this perfectly clear. When I was a wee lad and first found out where babies came from, I was completely horrified. I think my terror about childbirth definitelty enhanced my already skewed gender identification, and it's never gone away. I can watch it on TV, read about it, and be perfectly happy when other women go through it, but absolutely not me. No way, Jose.

Me: Yeah, I don't think that's gonna happen, I don't want to carry children.

Mom: Well, you could change your mind.

Yeah mom, that's what you said about the gay thing, the history thing and the butch thing.

1 comments:

Running away with the Spoon said...

You must get your will from your mom, which is not a bad thing.

Two things occur to me when I read your post, one directed toward your mom and the other a personal note about myself.

1. When someone like Mom says (or it feels like she says) "You should...have babies" I immediately think "Are you lonely? Do you want grandchildren? Perhaps you should consider volunteering at a daycare or a pre-school? Should I ask my gf if she want's to have your grandchildren?"

2. I never thought I wanted children until I was in my late-30s. Unfortunately I have picked women who are dead set against raising children and I didn't want to do it alone. It's too late for me now at 50, but it is the one thing in my life about which I remain wistful.

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