Run for YOUR life!

The only thing that scares me more than men in dark suits and white sport socks is having children. What if they aren't cute? What if they don't like me? What if they turn out to be creepy adults and it's all my fault? What if I turn into one of those mothers who lives vicariously through their children? I can see the headlines now--"Creative Diva to the Stars, Michelle Virtue, goes ballistic when her daughter is thrown out of a kiddie beauty contest for picking her wedgie on stage."

On my way to a meeting this afternoon, there was a young mother with a new baby in a stroller and a toddler at her side. They were so cute. The baby was asleep and I thought of how sweet she must smell. Just as I was imagining myself cuddling with the little one, the toddler began to scream. This noise brought me back to reality. It couldn't possibly be coming from such a little human. It was shattering. It was deafening. It was horrible. The tantrum began and I retreated. Run for your life, Michelle! Run to your peaceful existence. Run! Run as I might, the reality is that I love kids and quite honestly, they love me. I love their innocence. I love their mischeviousness. I love their sticky hands. I love it when they pick their nose in front of large groups of people. I love it when they sing songs and draw pictures. I love that they are who they are. Maybe we could all learn a lesson or two from the little people in our lives. Maybe I should take a second look at men wearing dark suits and white socks. . . .or maybe not.