The Unsuckled Teat

I spent Saturday with my friend and her son (the nephew).  It was a fun day.  We played a lot, ran errands, ate lunch, got soaked, narrowly averted a tantrum, etc.  I was with them from around 10am til around 4pm.  Yes, I was tired by the end of the day, but I wasn’t frazzled and ready to tear out my hair.

The reason I mention this is because a coworker of mine said “Heh, not used to that, are you?” when I told him what I did on Saturday.  No, but that doesn’t mean I’m not capable.  I didn’t feel fear when my cranky nephew threw himself on the floor in DSW and glared up at me.  Hey, he’s not my kid; why would I be embarrassed?  I think that when people find out I don’t want to have kids, they assume that I’m saying that as a cover for a lack of confidence in my parenting skills.  Nope.  As I have mentioned before, I’m pretty sure I’d be a competent parent but I don’t care to find out.