When I was a preteen and a teen I lived in a house that was not just home, but an in home daycare as well. The children were complete hellions and I hated it when they were there. They whined, cried, bitched and moaned incessantly. I am thoroughly convinced that my stepmother found the worst kids to watch intentionallly to make my life crappy.
I hated kids, everything about them. The whining, nagging, pooping, messes everything. I didn't even think it was cute when they giggled. Of course I was a young teen so maybe it was natural to feel this way. But they convinced me I never wanted kids.
I was 19 when I got pregnant with my oldest, and just about 20 when I had him. Totally wasn't ready. But when I held him in my arms for the first time, something magical happened. I fell in love, completely and irrevocably. Then I fell back asleep. I made a lot of mistakes with my first, and I hope he grows up to be a good man, which with Jimmy as a role model I am sure he will.
I learned something else too. I still hated kids. Not mine. Yours.
I continued this way up until Sept 28, 2010. That's when I had Ray, And right around then other peoples kids started looking adorable. I don't know what happened, but I am glad it did. Kids are awesome, and there's no way you can make a list of the things you can learn from watching and interacting with them. Babies are my favorites. Before they were just little blobs of slobber. But now they are adorable, and each one different.
Kids are a blessing, and I want more. Like 3 more. Now I just have to convince the man.