It isn't often that I feel sad about not having children, especially when I'm in a grocery store. In fact, that's the place I'd be the least likely to get the baby bug. However, tonight was a night of firsts.
I was in the produce section and I saw brussels sprouts...on the long stalk. Of course I had to buy a one. How could I pass up something that looked so neat (or just plain weird). I found myself, just for a moment, fantasizing that I had little children at home so that I could surprise them with this monstrosity. And since my children would always think anything I said, did or brought home was the coolest they'd get super excited and we'd cut off the bulbs and steam them together.
My son might wield it as a wand or a light saber first and then, when my daughter (just a little bit older), got over the novelty and wanted to return to her room to draw, I'd be very casual and say,"OK, go create a masterpiece. Luke (our imaginary son's name) and I can harvest the steamed fairy cabbages all by ourselves. I guess you don't need any help eating things that increase your ability to make yourself invisible."
And of course, because she's often hoped that somehow someway it was possible to be invisible and because she loves fairies (any daughter of mine would have to), she'd stick around and eat a few.
Fantasies are great.
However, this one, over in less than a minute, left me feeling a little sad. We made a decision awhile ago that we'd probably adopt if we both were ready and we leave the option open to just "get pregnant" too, but there are no concerted efforts on our part and that has been OK.
It still is OK, but I'm sure every person with children has wondered at least once what they'd be doing if they didn't have them, so I was wondering what I'd be doing if I did...and of course, making it perfect. :)
The melancholy was lost when a man next to me reached for one and held it up and said, "But Father, you said the worst thing that would happen is I'd get hairy palms!". Good grief. I walked away quickly...after laughing.
The Universe works in mysterious ways.
I got into line and when very young cashier picked up the stalk (bagless-I almost never put produce in those clear bags) she was delighted with it. In fact she was amazed and thought it was the coolest thing ever! Which of course meant, that I was the coolest thing ever for picking it out! And, to top it off, as she was handing it to the bagger, she couldn't help herself and actually waved it at him...like a wand or a light saber.
It was a short exchange, but my night was made.
P.S. I won't spoil my joy at being the coolest person ever by pointing out how sad it is that she had no idea where Brussel sprouts even came from or what they were...Do you ever notice how often cashiers have to ask you what the produce is?