This is a tough one for me to admit, because as a mother, you would expect me to like children.
Not so… They carry germs, they said weird stuff, and they are generally unpleasant creatures. I want to stay far away. I think my OCD peaks in areas with children.
However, my children are the cutest little people on the planet and only adorable brilliance comes from them, of course. I’m not inhuman…
Other people’s kids are another story.
I just don’t find other people’s children appealing. When a snotty nosed child runs over to me I want to take a few steps backward. I see those people who can play with all children like their equal, but to me that is not true (yes, I’m going to hell)….
I am also not a baby person. Not even my own babies. I love them, but some people revel in that time. I think, “hurry up and get bigger so we can play!”
Everyone thinks I am the nanny at the park, and they seem to direct their children to me…. like I’m going to play with everyone’s kids since they think it is my line of work. Oh man, little do they know the last thing I want to do is socialize with their little snot-heads.
What really bugs me, is how poorly nannies get treated in settings like the park. There is some sort of strange caste system, and nannies are at the bottom. I would never assume that some other child’s nanny is going to watch my children at the park. That is so rude.
And when the rude parents send their children my way I’m not really sure what to do. The poor kid didn’t do anything wrong. It isn’t their fault their parents are dunderheads, or that I don’t like children.
I’m not sure what my problem is. I’ve noticed I tend to like children of mothers that I’m related to, I’m friends with, or we share the same parenting philosophies.
So, maybe the reason that I don’t like random children is because they have parents and there is no reason for me to be stepping in and socializing with them- (“you have a mommy, and I don’t like her, so go away.”)…(I would make an awful teacher!) Like the people at the church we went to by our old house (sorry to bash you again, church)- they have totally different parenting styles and I think were offended by mine. Those kids gave me the willies.
There is the exception to every rule- and if i gush about your child, please believe me. I avoid most kids like the plague.