I Like Talking About Kids... and Other Things

I don't know what has caused this recent inner dialogue with myself, an inner dialogue that has me debating my virility as an independent adult woman, an individual in her own right. I've been going back and forth on whether I can go out and interact with other women without gushing about the baby, life with a baby, issues with a baby, being tired from living with a lot of babies... you get the picture. When I am out in public with other adult women, I field questions about my child somewhat flippantly, almost like I could "take or leave" him because I don't want to bore people with my slow moving parenting existence rather than thinking that they might actually be interested. Why I have this new "complex" about being mundane rather than amazing, is somewhat confusing. Yes, my life can be a little boring (+ frustrating) at times but mostly it's an awesome adventure that I am venturing on, that not everyone has had the opportunity to experience or wants to for that matter (which it fine by me!). Despite how I act sometimes, I actually like talking about my kid to other people. For instance, next time you see me, ask me about our first trip to the ER this past Saturday. I'll gladly fill you in on my sub par parenting with a wiggly/slippery child during an impromptu bath.  Important detail: Kid flirted with elderly women in ER waiting room like it was his job.

What I am getting at is that I like to talk about my child and when asked, I am not just going to fluff people off to "spare" them the boring details but I am going to give appropriate answers, showing love and affection, with a touch of humor because that's how we roll in the Propah household. I like talking about kids; yours, mine, the Royals... you get it. But besides kids, I like talking about other adult things like music, art, the new Star Wars movie, The Bachelorette (Kaitlyn is the worst), organic beauty, politics, shopping, eating, sleeping in... see? I have a lot of different interests. Just because I have a child, and hope to have more, and like talking about said child doesn't mean that I have become a lifeless blob of a woman who has no interests outside of the home + motherhood. Damn if I don't have a ton of interests, a lot of which I will gladly adult conversate about with you anytime you want.