Recently I was talking to my mom about my cousin, who just had her first child. Everyone is fine now, but apparently she experienced some pretty severe complications during and after the birth.
Despite all the problems, “apparently she’s going to do it again one day,” said my mom.
Me (shuddering): No thank you!
My Mom: Well, you can just adopt all your children.
Me: I’m not having children.
My Mom: Well, you can just adopt them like at age 3, after all the messy stuff’s out of the way.
Me: It’s not just the birth-it’s the having them around all the time that I don’t want. I like being free. I like that I can pick up and go at anytime. I’m like a gypsy.
Explosive, hysterical laughter from the other end of the phone.
My Mom (heavily sarcastic): A gypsy with a Blackberry.
Me: I didn’t say I wasn’t well-connected. I just said that I was free.
Great final line. It made me smile. I like being free and connected, too. One of my mantras was/is “Freedom and connection. Creativity and Joy.” 🙂
gypsies need their email, sheesh Mom
Great way of putting it, furiousBall. 🙂
Jenny Ryan: Free-wheeling, Blackberry-carrying, awesomely-named gypsy. Have I mentioned lately I love your name Jenny Ryan?
I do.
Well, maybe Mom found your solution and didn’t realize it.
Have children. Give them all Blackberries. Then you don’t have to actually be around them all the time. Think of it: connected parenting.
It might work. Still free, still connected.