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You are here: Home / Daily Life / I’ve Got Thick Skin, and a Fuzzy Heart

I’ve Got Thick Skin, and a Fuzzy Heart

November 13, 2015 by Dr. V

I was certain when I had kids that my motherhood chip would finally kick in, that I would finally start to react to babies the way I reacted to dogs and cats. Because surely that maternal instinct in my heart had merely been misdirected all these years, and was simply in need of a little oxytocin and fine-tuning to point it to the appropriate species upon which I should lavish my affection.

Now my kids are 11 and 9 and I can say this with absolute certainty: not so much.

Don’t get me wrong: I love my kids, I love being their mom, and I couldn’t imagine my life without them. Well, I could, especially on certain days when the attitude is dialed to 11, but I much prefer it the way things are.

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My daughter was helping clean up after Emmett when she was 5. I’d say this reflects brilliantly on my parenting but her desire to help lasted till she was about 6. 🙂

As in, I don’t want more kiddos and never have. When my friends go into Babies R Us to pick out a shower gift, they sigh and say, “Don’t you miss those days?”

And I, inspecting the newest Diaper Genie version and wondering if it would work for cat litter, reply honestly: “No.” I was exhausted and overwhelmed the entire time from 2004-2011 or so.

When I see a pregnant woman waddling by and others remark on her glow, I think about how sweaty she must be, or if her bladder hurts as much as mine did, or if she has complete strangers lift their hands up in shock and go “WHOA!” when she turns around in her ninth month of pregnancy with a 9 pound son and they get a glimpse of the battleship of an abdomen.

Motherhood has changed me in some ways: I look at people’s new babies and I smile. But I don’t need to hold them. I am so, so, SOOOOOO much more compassionate about people with babies on planes. I hold doors for parents with strollers trying to get through. That sort of thing. And I look upon it with nostalgia, but not a lick of longing. No pun intended.

When I was getting my hair done a while back, a woman came in with a duckling. I lost my head at the cuteness and almost lost my hair too because I kept jumping out of the chair to squee. I went home and tried to get my husband, once more, to agree to raising a couple chickens (he said no.)

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A woman at my gym brings her chihuahua in on occasion. I never get anything done when she does. (My husband has also said no to a chihuahua.)

The point is less that he said no to more animals and more the fact that I want them, the way I imagine some mothers must see a baby sleeping in a stroller and say to herself, “Oh, I wish I just had one more.”

This morning as I was walking by a cafe, I spotted a family with a black lab sitting at a table about 50 feet away. The dog and I locked eyes, and before I knew it I was on the ground laughing getting dog kisses as the family grinned. I don’t remember how many people there were or what they looked like but the dog was a boy, black labrador, about 50 pounds, with a blocky head and the tiniest bit of grey peeking around his muzzle. He is 9, his name is Brock, and he likes to lay down with his legs splayed behind him.

As I lamented about my hopelessness to my friend Jen, she remarked, “You just have a fuzzy heart is all.” And I think she’s right.

I’m also pretty sure it’s genetic.

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Tending to Brody on the day of his pinnectomy.

 

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I have a theory. I think that when we get a pet, they grab a piece of our heart and give us a bit of theirs in return. It’s how we will find them on the other side. And the older I get, the more pieces get replaced; my heart is getting furrier and furrier, and it’s made not only of my own pets but the clients I adore, my friends’ animals I have loved, the strangers like Brock who know just where to find it.

 

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Filed Under: Daily Life, Mother of the Year, Musings, Picks of the Litter Tagged With: parenting

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  1. carolinegolon says

    November 13, 2015 at 12:58 pm

    I heart your fuzzy heart!

    • Joanne McGonagle says

      November 13, 2015 at 1:29 pm

      Me too! Great post!

  2. JaneK says

    November 14, 2015 at 10:46 am

    I think you are not alone 🙂 And I totally get and respect those who would prefer not to even have kids of their own. I have one. Almost didn’t want any. Now that I have one, I would have liked one more but life didn’t work out that way. I work with kids but I am not a “kid person” which is also a strange paradox. Anyway, as usual…. You have eloquently put into words what many feel 🙂

  3. kim says

    November 14, 2015 at 12:43 pm

    I just finished “All Dogs Go to Kevin” and loved it ~ Thank you for penning it and for your furry heart

    • Dr. V says

      November 20, 2015 at 8:17 pm

      Thank you Kim!!

  4. CaliDiva says

    November 18, 2015 at 10:34 am

    Lovely. You just described my life. No kids here, never wanted them and am now past the point but I have to squee and pet every dog, cat, animal I see. Fuzzy hearts rock!

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