I am a person who absolutely cannot stand kids. So much so, that even others who don't like kids in the least tend to shun me. I’m the moustache-twirling eeeeeevil brand of CFer who would not be bothered in the slightest if all kids were to suddenly vanish off the planet tomorrow. A LOT of factors have made me feel this way. One thing being my family. My over the top, child loving, crazy family. And I don't mean crazy in a fun way either. My family just spits out replicants. One, after the other, after the other, after the other. Not only I am the only one in my family who doesn't like kids, I am the only one who doesn't bow down and worship them. It's just sickening, to be honest, and while I am confident that nothing bad is going on (molestation, and things of that nature) it does get creepy with how they act sometimes. And just FYI, as much as I can't stand kids, if I even thought that anything bad was happening, I wouldn't hesitate to alert the authorities.
So one day, I decided to inquire about this. I asked what the deal was and why everyone in the family (minus me) gets all giddy over anything kid related and why everyone (again, minus me) thinks that they have to trip over every last replicant in the family. And I got told that it's just "the gift that keeps on giving". I laughed so hard when this relative told me that. My response was "yeah, it's the gift that keeps on giving..... it gives a bunch of crap that I wouldn't want". Another thing that I don't get about my whack-o family is, why does every woman who has ever bore kids feel like they have to mother every other kid in the family? Like I have said before, women in my family aren't just mothers to their own kids, but they are mothers to their nieces, nephews, cousins' kids, grandchildren, great grandchildren, you name it. That part REALLY blows my mind. I mean, isn't raising your own stressful enough? Why add to it by taking on the stress and strain of trying to mother all these other kids? My aunt being a perfect example. I love her dearly, and she is the only one in my family who doesn't give me grief about not wanting kids, but when it comes to kids, she is a total nut job, just like the rest of the family. She has 5 of her own, all 30 or older, plus several grandchildren and great grandchildren. And the woman honest to goodness thinks that she is the mother to them all. She is going to stress herself right into an early grave from trying to parent these little rugrats.
I have begged and pleaded with her to try and see that these kids have YOUNG parents as well as grandparents. As in more than one set of grandparents. There are lines of defense (so to speak) ahead of her. They are MORE than covered. She does NOT need to put herself through all the physical and mental stresses of attempting to parent them. But...she has it her head that they are her kids. She's just like all of the other women in my family. She thinks she has to be a mother to everyone. I have just never understood why the novelty of kids never wears off. I mean, even for someone who loves kids, what is so exciting about witnessing a birth for the umpteenth time? Or going to ballet recitals and/or little league games when you have done it all of your life? Or worse yet, how on Earth do people not ever tire of the sleepless nights, the 3 AM feedings, the diaper changes, the sicknesses, the never ending trips to the pediatrician? My family will never escape that because every time they turn around, here comes another replicant. And they get to do it all over again.