This morning I happened to walk by Lisa’s desk as she was browsing the blogosphere (a pastime that has apparently grown exponentially while I was growing tired of it) and caught a glimpse of some people I haven’t seen for ages and ages.

What really struck me was how everyone I used to know seems to be having children, and how everybody I know now is either pregnant or shooting for it. I’m 25 and I have no children. I’m not even married. I’m an oddity.

But I don’t feel left out of this child-rearing thing. Maybe that’ll kick in someday, but right now I just don’t feel the desire to father any little ones, blessing though they be. It’s not a problem either. Common sense will tell you not everyone can be called to make a family; and though that sounds like equivocation, I assure you it’s not.

It’s not even a game of oneupmanship. I really don’t care. My sister Lisa is having a kid, and that’s a great thing for her. My mom had eleven, also a great thing. I’m not kicking sand in anyone’s eyes. I’m just saying, “You do your thing, I’ll do mine, and we’ll all be fine.”

But if ever having the cutest kid with the coolest baby clothes and accessories becomes some sort of contest to be won (as, I’ll admit, my family and extended family are very wont to make it into), I’ll have a little laugh I guess. Or maybe a cup of coffee. Growing up a status symbol isn’t fun.

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