Ok, true confessions. Has this ever been you? You’re casually strolling through the mall, about to walk into J.Crew, Banana, or Vickie’s – but something catches your eye – no, not the Cinnabon, or the greek god standing outside Abercrombie&Fitch – no, it’s a rosy-cheeked baby staring at you! For some strange (perhaps biological) reason, you cannot look away – forget the gladiator sandals at Aldo, you want to get a BABY!
I know, I know, it’s not like you’re ready to pop one of those things out (have you seen the Discovery channel, yuck). But I would venture to say we’ve all had this feeling, however fleeting it may be. The thought of holding a cute apple-cheeked baby is nice, but the thought of having to take care of someone other than yourself, at this point in your life, is just unfathomable. I mean, who is more important than moi? I don’t think there is anything wrong with focusing on developing yourself, rather than another human being – although you’re ovaries may think differently since women are most fertile when they’re young. So it’s no surprise our maternal instincts creep up on us and surprises us every now and then, like when we walk through a mall full of a babies. Yet, our self-involved priorities are crucial to developing our careers, our bank accounts, and ourselves so that we can be great parents someday. We are wise enough, to be selfish enough to know that we could not handle a kid until we are really, truly ready. So in the meantime, I’m just going to continue to cruise the local mall, if not for Sephora, then for the babies that seem to hang out there.