Journey into Parenting
All these years I had little interest in having a child. Our lack of children baffled our Dominican neighbors, who regularly asked me when I’d get pregnant. I was perfectly content being alone with DH and having all my time to myself and rarely having to think of another being in the way one must think as a parent. With a chld, there are fingernails to cut, noses to clear, little toes to wash. Part of the reason I didn’t want children was that I thought becoming a parent would negatively affect my writing life. Then I got to the point where I figured I’d better do it or not, so I did. Every now and then, I look at the little one — after forgetting to put mittens on her hands or something — and think “how did they ever let ME have a child?” It seems like someone should have to know what they’re doing or get a license. But no. I have this little one and some days I have to cover her hands with my hands to keep them warm, because I forgot the mittens.
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