I love my kid. I do. And I love talking (and writing) about him and his antics. But just because I’m a mom doesn’t mean I have to spend every second of my life talking about my son Norrin.
I know a mom that ever since giving birth, her kids are all she can talk about. And the only time she asks about Norrin is so that she can segway back to talking about hers. It’s gotten to the point where I try to avoid having any kind of conversation with this woman. And if she asks about Norrin, I am very brief. I am just not that interested in talking about kids – hers or mine – all the time. I don’t want to talk about kid books or movies or clothes. And no, I don’t want to see all 150 pictures of your kids on vacation either.
I feel awful admitting this… but recently I hid a few Facebook friends because every single one of their updates had to do with their kids. Every. Single. One. What they ate. Where they went. What they said. When they pooped. I mean, I know I blog about my kid and I love posting pictures of him. But I have my limits. And do I really need to be updated every time your kid poops?
Yesterday I met my best friend after work for a quick drink before heading home. She has twins. We talked briefly about our kids, shared our funny kid moments of the week and then we moved on. We spent the rest of our time talking about other things. And it felt wonderful.
I’m not completely superficial, I can talk politics and current events too (depending on who I’m with).
I think it’s important for women to remember that they are more than someone’s mother. I am an individual and I have interests other than my child. And that’s okay.
What do you love to talk about other than your kid?
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