Two things happened today~ I finally got the corn on the cob I've been craving for weeks and my husband's brother's wife had another baby. While I was eating the delicious corn, I was thinking about how I refer to the children of my husband's brothers as my husband's brother's kids and not as my niece or nephew. I only think of kids of siblings as nieces or nephews if they are the children of my siblings. It isn't that I am a sibling snob~ it is just that I have no emotional bond at all with my husbands relatives (and we rarely ever see them or their kids). As I ate the next piece of corn, I was remembering how one of my friends got all pissy when I did not want to hold her newborn son. What is the deal with that? I don't get all pissy when people don't want to hold my newest Coach bag. Actually, I don't let people hold my new Coach bags. That memory spawned my next thought: Why do people always think that if I hold their newborn baby it will make me want to be a mom? As if their baby has special powers?
On to corn on the cob #3 and my husband starts to speak:
Husband who loves babies: Oh, the neighbor's son's wife had a baby the other day. Let's get them a gift!
Me: What?! Why would we do that? I've never even spoken to those people...
Husband: To be NICE.
Me: But I AM nice. I give gifts to people all the damn time. Not going crazy over someone's baby doesn't make me not nice. It just makes me not fake.
I realized then, as I took my last bite, that I married the male version of my sister.
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