I seem to gravitate towards children and parents. I'm not sure why that is - maybe it's 'cos I'm getting older and more peers are parents. Maybe it's the places I'm going. Though I'm sure it's not that. I was at a gathering this afternoon and the majority of the people there were adults; single adults. But I found myself having the more in-depth conversations at the gathering (gathering 'cos it wasn't really a party) with the parents of 2 very cute little girls. Admittedly we have a shared attendance of a course in common, but I seem to spend a lot of time talking about children at the moment. And this is me who says she doesn't want any.
Though the 4-year-old today plonked herself on the sofa next to me and said: "I've got to go now" just before they left. And I'd only met them today. She was even funnier when I left "You must come again soon" (not her house!) "this is my address".
I found myself on the bus feeling a little bit broody. Thinking, maybe kids wouldn't be so bad. And then the panic and suppression of that feeling: I'll be a terrible mother. I'll never meet anyone and this feeling will never go away and I'll become one of those women who is so desperate for a baby I'll be trawling streets looking for the right sperm donor. (I'm prone to a little melodrama!)
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I know that if I had to make the decision to be a mom it would have been really hard for me to decide! But since it was "an accident" I never had to make that choice. I am not the mother type but funny things happen to you when you give birth! God just sort of gave me what I needed.
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