Non-Breeder: Waiting Online
I'm single, childless and addicted to parenting blogs.
by JL Scott
February 12, 2007
He's right. In my hyper-organized life of lists and things to get done today/this week/in ten years, I feel like I want to have kids and I don't want to have to work with anyone else's timeline. Hewlett herself gives a sample list for twenty-somethings to keep in mind if they want to have children. Number two, "give urgent priority to finding a partner . . . understand that forging a loving, lasting marriage will enhance your life and make it much more likely that you will have children," sounds manipulative and desperate. Why not just keep dating inappropriate men and, one way or another, get on with number three, "have a child before age 35"?
At work, I spend down-time reading parenting blogs. My favorite is Amber. She's my age, has two children and lives in the Midwest. She takes photographs of the groceries she's bought and puts up videos of her husband watching TV. She and her husband go on dates to Taco Bell. She's having trouble toilet training her son. One of my other single-girl friends is obsessed with We're judgmental as all hell; without kids of our own, we have the freedom to be.parenting blogs too, and we call each other if Amber's daughter has missed a developmental milestone. One time, another one of our favorite bloggers wrote about how she got totally wasted on two glasses of wine with her best friend a few months after giving birth. Within ten minutes, I received an email from my friend: "OMG — what is WRONG with that woman? First of all, it is NOT OKAY to drink alcohol while you're nursing, and that is not some weird Leche League hippie idea, it's common effing sense. So irresponsible! Gawd. If I have children I sure as hell wouldn't want the details of it broadcast across the internet. These people are freaks."
I agreed, even though she had spelled La Leche League wrong, and even though I discovered through a Google search that the American Academy of Pediatrics says one or two drinks while breastfeeding isn't harmful.
Still, we're judgmental as all hell, because, without kids of our own, we have the freedom to be — and also maybe because we're a little bit jealous. When I hang out with parents and their kids, I can't help thinking about how I would do it better. I would be smarter, cooler and more attractive. My kids would be more charming, more polite and more intellectual. I justify these thoughts by remembering my experience as a camp counselor and a babysitter in college, where I discovered that I can be really good with kids. I can always find a public restroom within a four-block radius. I know that if I put my hand over the WO part of the WOMAN's bathroom sign, a just-learning-to-read six-year-old boy will use it. I remember feeling a thrill when I used to escort kids to gymnastics or swimming and people would think they were mine.
But passing for parental isn't the same as being parental; I know that much. For now, I'll just luxuriate in the two years I have before the clock on my fertility starts ticking down. And I'll keep hoping that by the time I'm really ready to have kids, I won't be living with five other people in 500 square feet. Until then, I'll keep checking in with Amber and posting clueless, well-meaning advice about how to get her son out of diapers.
©2007 JL Scott and Nerve Media
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