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Apr. 21st, 2026 05:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spryngSome days, I'm so very very grateful folks stopped trying to convince me I'd want kids some day when I came out as gay. It was a constant refrain as I was growing up, that of course I'd want kids, and that sure I said I didn't now, but I'd definitely change my mind.
This, naturally, was the worst thing to say to a kid with a stubborn streak the size of Montana. When I was four, I said my favorite number was four; my brother scoffed and said it was only because I was four, and that it'd change when I was five. Well guess who has pink hair and whose favorite number is still four? When I was in middle school, my best friend went vegetarian. I went vegetarian with her in solidarity. Again, my brother said I wouldn't last a week. Well, guess who was vegetarian for ten years?
So yeah, call it spite, call it stubborn, I definitely wasn't going to have kids if everyone kept telling me I'd change my mind. It was only when they stopped and I was given room to actually think about it that I went "okay... maybe...?" And when I met my SIL's baby for the first time, I had the space to go "I get it now."
And I'm grateful for that because dang, I love these kids. CG cackling after telling a bad joke and all of us groaning. 5yo giving me a blanket when I'm lying on the couch, sick. The two of them playing so well together that I can actually have space and time without having to close myself in a back room. CG frustrated because she's already worked ahead through all the extra fraction math her teacher gave them. 5yo excitedly showing her the new dinosaur series he found in the library. The two of them geeking out over Dog Man together.
Babies were cute, but hard. Kids, though. Kids are great. I love watching them grow, watching them become more and more who they are, watching them make their own choices. So many times, I just watch them and can't help but smile.
...I wrote all that on Saturday and then on Sunday we went out to the lake and CG and I had a fantastic time flipping the kayak. ^^() Life skills, I guess? But again, her cackling as she jumped off the end of the kayak, flipping me into the water, was golden. And then working together to flip it back over again. Ugh, I love this age.
This, naturally, was the worst thing to say to a kid with a stubborn streak the size of Montana. When I was four, I said my favorite number was four; my brother scoffed and said it was only because I was four, and that it'd change when I was five. Well guess who has pink hair and whose favorite number is still four? When I was in middle school, my best friend went vegetarian. I went vegetarian with her in solidarity. Again, my brother said I wouldn't last a week. Well, guess who was vegetarian for ten years?
So yeah, call it spite, call it stubborn, I definitely wasn't going to have kids if everyone kept telling me I'd change my mind. It was only when they stopped and I was given room to actually think about it that I went "okay... maybe...?" And when I met my SIL's baby for the first time, I had the space to go "I get it now."
And I'm grateful for that because dang, I love these kids. CG cackling after telling a bad joke and all of us groaning. 5yo giving me a blanket when I'm lying on the couch, sick. The two of them playing so well together that I can actually have space and time without having to close myself in a back room. CG frustrated because she's already worked ahead through all the extra fraction math her teacher gave them. 5yo excitedly showing her the new dinosaur series he found in the library. The two of them geeking out over Dog Man together.
Babies were cute, but hard. Kids, though. Kids are great. I love watching them grow, watching them become more and more who they are, watching them make their own choices. So many times, I just watch them and can't help but smile.
...I wrote all that on Saturday and then on Sunday we went out to the lake and CG and I had a fantastic time flipping the kayak. ^^() Life skills, I guess? But again, her cackling as she jumped off the end of the kayak, flipping me into the water, was golden. And then working together to flip it back over again. Ugh, I love this age.
