Parenthood is a club. Not necessarily a prestigious or elitist club, just a club. Like nerds really into Settlers of Catan, so do parents share a profound, mystical understanding. No, it’s not that non-parents aren’t welcome into this club, it’s just that — like the Matrix — you cannot be told what it is like, you have to experience it for yourself. To clarify, by “parents” I also mean surrogate-moms and dads, adopters and sure even pet-owners — it’s not about the blood, it’s about taking on the responsibility of a life other than your own.
It’s the little things that set parents apart. Like spotting a passing baby-carriage and quieting down as you pass it by. It’s having been desensitized to diaper jokes. It’s going to bed early and honestly looking forward to the morning coffee at 05:19. Mostly, it’s carrying a void in your heart when you’re away from the little one for too long.
From an outsiders perspective, parents are super annoying. They appear to be completely self-centered around their own little world. They bring their kids to grocery stores. And on flights, oh god they bring kids on flights make it stop. And they yell, and their children scream, and they lose their temper, and they should be bringing up their kids differently I’d show them how I’d teach’em good. And oh man the topics they drone on about, on and on and on and on, hours on end. “Did you know the diapers are really cheap in that store you don’t normally shop in?” “Oh you really should be using cotton diapers, those one-time diapers aren’t good for you.” “Selma’s teething now, it makes me look forward to the morning coffee at 05:19.” Terrible.
Bear with us. Becoming a parent does something to you. The sleep deprivation combined with the intrinsic knowledge that failure won’t ever be an option, sprinkled with the occasional tiny smile you receive from the creature in your care. It’ll hit you like you haven’t been hit before. It may only be chemistry, but it’ll make you see through time and feel like you can punch through a wall. When I held my baby girl in my hands for the first time, while it was the biggest moment in my life, it was frankly bittersweet. The moment reminded me that everyone was once a cute little baby. That angry cat lady down the street who keeps yelling at you for no good reason. The sad homeless guy carrying an ominous sign. They were both once little cute babies, with a mother who nursed them and cared for them. Or, even more heartbreaking, lost their mothers.
It makes you realise you have something to lose now. Like a chronic tristesse, it drastically widens your perspective. Life takes on new meaning. Yeah, it’ll likely take a while before you can watch the news again. Yeah, it’ll make you focus your complete attention on children in your vicinity — not only your own, but other children as well. And yes, doing so will make you seem completely self-centered to your peers. It’s a steep price and there are no returns. Fortunately it takes only one smile from the little creature and you’re willing to pay double.