Kids, toddlers, and little furrry things...

a closet confession


as normal people go, they're scared of certain things. Dark rooms, monsters, cockroaches, frogs, lizards, bats etc. Perfectly, utterly understandable, they ARE horrible beastly creatures, your regular everyday "euww"...items....


Mine is a little unusual. I'm children phobic......I'm not one of those people who see children and get all googly eyed and misty, making unintelligible baby sounds to match. Nope... I'm the guy who stands wayyyy at the back, looking at this little so-called "bundle of joy" with an ingenously crafted unidentified expression, perfectly trained in many family outings....

thing is, I don't quite see the purpose of filling up the world with these little tykes... My Mom would say " it is the NORMAL thing to do, Wilson! to marry and procreate, and make noisy little people that cry, misbehave and breaks your favourite mug."....(the last part, naturally added)... seeing the crowded population of people in this world, it doesn't make all that much sense to make billions more to the ever more crowded world.

So, as you can imagine, a company family outing was not exactly my dream vacation.
Stuck in a bus packed with multiple screaming babies that rises and falls to the RPM of the bus
was stressful, to say the least. All the while the father was seemingly trying to console the unconsolable tyrants, standing in the bus for the better part of 4 hours, with various toys on hand, the mother on hand with ready multiple milk bottles, largely untouched. by the end of the trip, they looked tired and beat...

but here's the thing.... it was on the trip that I GET it.....Looking from any angle of any side of any equation, there is no logical sense of having kids. But it's not about logic. Its the joy of crafting something, from your own blood, that is entirely your own. with all your characters, your spouse's and something extra, and putting the responsibility solely on your hand to guide him to be whatever he/she wants to be... So, to these parents...it's like opening a ramen shop and cooking only ramen for 20 years in a row, without stopping. It's no problem. they love it....
and doing something that you love, is never a burden.

so, does that make Wilson a children lover? No..... no, very far to go from that... but understanding , is the first step to acceptance. ... i understand and accept the purpose of those tykes in this world.

So, for this time, let's just call Wilson, a slowly recovering children phobic....