My wife and I do not have kids.
Try as we might. We are among the ranks of “unwillingly childless.” And all around us, our friends are popping out babies, left and right, almost haphazardly it seems.
A funny thing happens when kids come between friends. And by the conversations I’ve had and the blogs I’ve read, children can be a real source of division, tension or just plain old awkwardness between the “haves” and the “have nots.” New parents have nothing to talk about except diapers and earaches. And non-parents are in this habit of calling their pets “kids.”
My blog pal, Zack Hunt of The American Jesus just had a super cute little baby. Well, his wife did anyway. And I am really happy for them (though now that you know I don’t have kids, that last sentence probably sounded really strained or sarcastic.) And while he’s falling into the black hole that is diapers and midnight feedings, I’m helping him out on his blog by proposing the terms of a truce if you will, between our two kinds, the parents and the childless, the fertile and the infertile. How can we ever come to reconciliation, to understanding, to empathy?
You’ll have to wait until tomorrow to find out. I hope you’ll meet me over at The American Jesus on Thursday, November 20.