Today’s blog touches on a subject that always seems to make people lose their skittles. Apparently the threat of me ever getting married and having babies is far more scary than the very real possibility that earthworms will form an impenetrable military and force their way to the surface where they will take human hostages and turn them into slaves and force them to build the worlds largest mud ball.
Ummm, okay….maybe I got a little carried away there. I guess peoples’ fear could be due to the fact that I have never been shy about my distaste for children. Don’t be offended by that, I’m not saying there is anything wrong with having kids and to those of you who do/want them; I have the highest respect for you. Some of us just aren’t born to love children.
Anyways, the entire idea for this blog stems from a brief text message conversation I had yesterday with the boy (I can call him that now because you all read my blog yesterday and understand my nickname drama). He had gone to his boss’s house to help move some patio furniture or something and apparently got engaged in a conversation with a five year old girl about Star Wars. This had be very amusing to him because he, himself, is a Star Wars addict (yes mom, I’m dating a nerd….oh wait…she already knew that).
He and I are probably as far apart in interests as one couple can get. He is the Star Wars, science fiction, audio/visual addicted city boy and I’m the nature loving, mud slinging, horse riding, country girl. He would rather be out driving his fast car, I’d rather be hitting the trails (though I have to admit I do love riding in the fast car). We pretty much have nothing in common, though I try really hard (and I think I’m pretty good) at trying to understand and enjoy his interests. I’ve yet to see him on a horse, however.
Just to give you and idea of how different we are, here is a picture he sent me this morning of something that he just can’t live without…
And here’s a random picture that I took last night
But at the end of the day we get along pretty well because we are both pretty easy going, have a great sense of humor, and he allows me to make fun of him on my blog!
Okay, back to the task at hand.
This conversation got me to thinking. I really feel horribly for our child, if we ever have one. The poor thing will be insanely confused. Most people worry that their child will grow up to be gay, or want to chase some unfounded dream but our child will never worry about such small issues.
No, our child will be too busy trying to figure out if he/she would rather ride a horse or a rocket ship. They will spend their time trying to understand the difference between a Tie Fighter and a Martingale and will probably be the only kid in their class carrying a Star Wars lunchbox (do they still make cool lunch boxes?) while wearing boots, jeans, and a bandana.
I can guarantee you one thing; my child WILL have a pony. There’s no debate about this and since I know my boyfriend is reading this, because he is a good boyfriend and reads my blogs, this is fair warning to him.
I just had the funniest image pop into my head of a 4-5 year old girl, trotting through the pasture on her pony, braids flopping under her Darth Vader mask. Oh this poor child, the more and more I think about this the more I realize I’m doing society a favor by never having children.