I Love Being a Mom, But I’m Not a Baby Person

454373021My youngest child turns two years old next month and I have a confession to make to the world:

I’m not into babies.

And what’s more, I’m so excited to be free of babies. Wheeee! 

I’ve actually never been a baby person. I know it’s a little silly since everyone I know (and everyone I don’t) passed through infancy, myself included. It’s just, I’m not into babies.

And … even though I’m not into babies, in my 30s I found myself wishing to become a parent. My images of motherhood, however, revolved around working on science fair projects, traveling the world and sending care packages to college. In contrast, most people I knew were enchanted with dreams of cradling and swaddling a warm bundle of joy, teeny tiny shoes, and tuning into the importance of diet and nutrition in the first few years of a child’s life. As my personal path to motherhood pointed toward foster-to-adoption, I thought I’d be a great match for an older child. However, that’s not what happened. Given my small apartment, I was only approved to foster a child 0-3 years old.

You know where this is going, right?

Yep, I ended up fostering five, yes FIVE, newborns, one at a time, up until the last two: one whose adoption is final, and the other whose adoption is on its way to becoming final. These are now my daughters, and I couldn’t be happier. But still, I’ve been kind of lost in Babyland for the past two years: Bottles, diapers, baths, barf — and I’d given up on getting around anywhere in New York City with a double stroller.

People have always told me that I’d feel differently about babies when they were my own. True that. However, I still wasn’t converted to the congregation of worshiping babies.

Babies turn parents’ lives upside-down and just as we begin to adjust, it’s on to the next stage of life — toddlerhood. All of those baby skills we’ve mastered? Out the window. I can change a diaper with one hand now. But that’s going to be useless (hopefully) very shortly. And that’s okay, because when I signed on to become a parent, I knew I’d be in for the long haul. And it’s the long haul I’m most excited about. From age 2-62, the best parenting years are yet to come!

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