Being the type of people that never wanted to meet anyone we didn't already know, we had lived in our home for 4 years and hardly knew our neighbours. That all changed when our first child was born. We started taking the baby for walks through the hood. Up until this time, whenever we ventured out we would wait till dark, make a dash for our car, roll up the windows and drive through stop signs and red lights until we were safely beyond the borders of Leave it to Beaver Land. On one of our baby strolls we walked about 10 houses south from ours and realized there was a park overlooking the Bluffs with a view of the lake that was full of happy, chatty people with kids of their own. That was like living in your house for 4 years and never opening that one closet door and one day opening it and realizing you have an indoor pool and there's a party going on with a bunch of strangers.
It's funny how if you're walking a baby in a stroller or dragging a hunk of fur on a leash, it's like automatic membership into the club. It's a great ice breaker and you share a common bond of suffering. Whether it's a baby human or a baby pet, you can spend hours with other club members discussing what and when to feed them and then try to figure out how to train them where and when to go number 2.
And to think I wasted the first 36 years of my life being irresponsible, self indulgent, narrow minded, happy, fullfilled and child free.
1 comment:
This is hilarious material. Keep going and you'll have enough for a book one day. This is such a great story.
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