My very proper Mom recently told me that being married was overrated and I should just find someone—anyone—to father her unborn grandchildren. “I’m not getting any younger and neither are you!” may have been her exact words.
As I stated in a past blog, La anti-Latina, I am an anomaly; a single, childless Latina in her 30s.
I don’t believe that Latinos fare much better under the same circumstances. Many assume that a man is gay or a player if he manages to make it to his 30s childless.
Whether by choice or by circumstance, we somehow resisted the mythical superpowers that the Latino sperm and the Latina womb hold. We have time to focus on education, careers, travel and all the joys that come from being free of the responsibility of children. Sure some of us want children, some of us don’t. We are all different people with similar circumstances, for women (since I can’t speak for men) this includes learning how to deal with the following situations:
Conversations- In my early twenties I worked in an office full of single and childless women who got along great. One day one of them came in and announced that she was pregnant. Work turned into a bad episode of the Twilight Zone: The Mommy Zone. All of a sudden all they could talk about was morning sickness, trimesters and semesters (that one may be wrong), and bottle vs. breast feeding, a new language I didn’t understand. Work was never the same after that so I coped by delving into this new thing called work.
Baby showers- I HATE baby showers; there’s no reciprocal event for childless women. No one would be amused upon receiving an invitation stating ‘I just got a cute new puppy and I’m registered at Pet Smart.’ Aside from the dent gifts put on your wallet, they are three to four hours spent playing silly games (really chocolate as poop?), and saying “No thanks, I don’t like cake. No it’s true. Yes, I know it’s weird” that I can never get back. To my friends who are planning on getting pregnant, know that there’s a BIGGER and BETTER gift in store for you if my invitation to your shower gets ‘lost in the mail.’ My baby shower will consist of belly dancing lessons, for obvious reasons.
Children’s birthdays- Unless you can keep yourself busy by helping the Mom, you are stuck in conversations with Mom types who make you feel bad about your own childless state by asking questions like “Which ones are yours?” and “Don’t you want to be a Mom?” if they find out the answer is none. I avoid the latter question by pointing towards a group of kids and saying, “that one” to the first question, while crossing my fingers and hoping that they all don’t know at least one child in the group.
Christmas- My oldest nephew is 24 (I was a very young aunt). I’ve been buying presents and not finding anything with my name under the tree for many years. Where is the fairness, oh, and while we’re looking for fairness, where’s that karaoke machine I’ve been hinting about for five years?