The specialty pharmacy I’m using for some of my meds sends out an email newsletter, and I’m a bit flummoxed by the one I got that’s full of tips on how to avoid other people’s children during the holidays.
I mean, I understand that seeing children can be a reminder that you don’t have any of your own. I do. I’ve been trying to get pregnant for over 7 years now, and when your teenage nephews are having kids while you can’t, it’s more than frustrating.
But I still want to hold other people’s babies. I still want to make faces at other people’s toddlers. I walk through the baby section when I’m in a department store and gush over the cute clothes and the bright toys. I have a (currently secret) Pinterest board filled with links to geeky baby things and ideas for decorating nurseries.
I don’t THINK I’m that much more optimistic than the others out there. I’m fully cognizant of the fact that it might not happen for us (though I think our odds are pretty good, all things considered). Maybe it’s that I’m older than the vast majority of them, and my life has been pretty darned alright so far without kids, so deep down I know that it won’t be the end of the universe if it doesn’t happen. Or maybe it’s that a lot of these potential parents grew up in the ‘instant gratification’ generation, and I’m afraid they may never have been taught how to handle disappointment or frustration, so running into something they can’t have just breaks them into bitty pieces.