Hello, Hater
September 27, 2008I get it. You’re not a baby person. But have the fuckin’ decency to at least say hello when a child runs upto you and croons sweetly, “Hiiiii!”, instead of pretending he didn’t exist. And when that child happens to be my Nibbles, I really wish I could grab a hold of you – you extinguisher of the light in his eyes – and viciously shake your cold person till that fat stick falls out of your arse.
I knew that mommyhood would bring with it a slew of emotions – pride, love, fear, joy; I never expected violent rage to top the charts so often.
and this is a stranger! i have (had) a close friend of many many years who met me three months after i had delivered and tried to pretend there was no baby in my arms. no acknowledgement whatsoever.
his logic- i dont like children, why do i need to coo to them.
my logic- i am standing in front of you- i am no stranger- and my heart/my body/my mind is fully wrapped in this little thing in my arms and you CAN NOT SEE HER???
Rage is a mild word to describe what i felt…ofcourse as you can see from my comment i have still not recovered- and still not figured which word best describes what i am feeling.
NP: That blows! Close friends that have met me in person have been awesome cheerleaders of Nibbles’ every little feat ‘n fart. Of course, the ones that did visit came with the explicit purpose of seeing Nibbles, so I faded into the background. Not that I mind; being backstage is more fun anyways.
Are you kidding – rage is almost on par with love – it’s just directed toward someone other than your baby.
I even hate my grandma (never been her closest fan before either) for telling me that my baby is “so so looking” when he was born. I could have ripped her open had it not been for the 7 seas between us!
NP: *shocked speechless*