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"Whose your Mama?"
Jan. 22nd, 2007 06:44 pmNot me.
I've come to accept the fact that at the young age of 21 I've become matronly.
Babies like me and those who had said babies want me to take care of them.
On Thursday I'll be babysitting an infant for a few hours and starting next month I'll be helping a Grandmother take care of her granddaughter while both parents work.
The oddest part of all this is that I really like babies as well.
They're really cute when they're not crying and are really easy to satisfy (feed, change and hold, the basics) and they always seem happy to snuggle into me, which I have to admit gives me a gooey feeling inside. Here's this tiny, helpless, squishy human being and all they want to do is snuggle into my boob, I mean, that's so... I dunno... gooey.
The baby I'm babysitting is only six weeks old and he's so sweet and tiny, mainly sleeps, eats and has bowel movements and pees, which makes it a whole lot easier, since I can just hold him if he fusses and all that jazz.
It's amazing how much knowledge you gain from taking care of a baby, your perspective changes a hell of a lot as well. At this point in my life, my greatest accomplishment is knowing I can handle and take care of another human being. The responsibility of another person's life is extremely humbling and I believe caused the shift in my perception of society and my role in it.
Despite being a good care-taker, I don't see myself being a nanny, or even really working with babies as a proper career path.
I mean there's only so much "yuck" I can take, not to mention that babies cramp my radical style ;P (only joking, motherhood's probably the most radical thing in the world).
But I don't see myself being a mother, ever. Wouldn't a young woman in her twenties, whose made a job out of taking care of babies be primed for a bad case of tickling ovaries? But even gushing over the cousin of a friend, the infants I'll be taking care of and smiling at babies in their prams in the street, I'm very happy to never, ever want them.
Note: I don't mention my nephews and niece here, because it goes without saying that I'd die (and possibly) kill for them. No questions asked.
I've come to accept the fact that at the young age of 21 I've become matronly.
Babies like me and those who had said babies want me to take care of them.
On Thursday I'll be babysitting an infant for a few hours and starting next month I'll be helping a Grandmother take care of her granddaughter while both parents work.
The oddest part of all this is that I really like babies as well.
They're really cute when they're not crying and are really easy to satisfy (feed, change and hold, the basics) and they always seem happy to snuggle into me, which I have to admit gives me a gooey feeling inside. Here's this tiny, helpless, squishy human being and all they want to do is snuggle into my boob, I mean, that's so... I dunno... gooey.
The baby I'm babysitting is only six weeks old and he's so sweet and tiny, mainly sleeps, eats and has bowel movements and pees, which makes it a whole lot easier, since I can just hold him if he fusses and all that jazz.
It's amazing how much knowledge you gain from taking care of a baby, your perspective changes a hell of a lot as well. At this point in my life, my greatest accomplishment is knowing I can handle and take care of another human being. The responsibility of another person's life is extremely humbling and I believe caused the shift in my perception of society and my role in it.
Despite being a good care-taker, I don't see myself being a nanny, or even really working with babies as a proper career path.
I mean there's only so much "yuck" I can take, not to mention that babies cramp my radical style ;P (only joking, motherhood's probably the most radical thing in the world).
But I don't see myself being a mother, ever. Wouldn't a young woman in her twenties, whose made a job out of taking care of babies be primed for a bad case of tickling ovaries? But even gushing over the cousin of a friend, the infants I'll be taking care of and smiling at babies in their prams in the street, I'm very happy to never, ever want them.
Note: I don't mention my nephews and niece here, because it goes without saying that I'd die (and possibly) kill for them. No questions asked.
