“For the record, I hate it when people do things to celebrate ‘future mothers’ on Mothers’ Day, like giving out flowers in church, so I don’t want to do anything with the holiday until we actually have kids. However, if I’m pregnant on Mothers’ Day, I will expect you to do something, in the name of the fetus.”
– C. and J.
While kids are a long ways off for us, we do have fun thinking about, arguing over, and speculating on our future family. “You know you can’t swear in front of the kids, right?”, “They will learn proper grammar, so help me!”, and “Piano lessons and a language are mandatory, ok?” He looks forward to wrestling with them on the floor and playing catch, I look forward to answering questions and watching them discover the world. And forcing them to read (though with us as parents, I don’t foresee too great a struggle in that vein). I like to tease him about how, by marrying a petite woman like me, he’s forfeited his chance at a child playing basketball, and he counters that he’s switched his plans to baseball. He takes a great deal of pleasure in shooting down all my potential baby names, and I smugly let him think what he wants because after nine months toting the little parasite around, gaining weight, going mental, being violently ill, and forcibly expelling it through a grueling multi-hour ordeal, I think I’ll manage to get the final say.
However, we are firmly on the same page regarding one thing about children: slave labor. Oh, yes. They will have chores. Starting young. It’s going to be fun to make them pull weeds, mow the lawn, and dust the house. Mummy loves you, darlings!