Parenthood has sort of forced me to be a nice and friendly person, which is certainly not my regular personality baseline. I don’t think I’m mean, but I just tend to leave people alone, because I generally like to be left alone. I guess most people aren’t like this, because when I’m out with LG, we get a lot of people saying hi to us and while LG continues to be skeptical of everyone (that’s my girl!) I do try to teach her nice manners. Like, reciprocating when someone waves hello, things like that. Basically, I would prefer not to raise an asshole (such as myself.)
Unrelated, I was recently thinking about how being out and about with LG makes me feel safer. Take, for example, my runs around the neighborhood. The other day I got up early and ran in the dark-ish and I literally thought for the first mile or so that I was being followed. (I was not being followed.) I spent pretty much the whole run with my hand on my phone, silently cursing myself for not wearing a hat to cover my ponytail. (I did run very fast that morning, so at least there’s that.)
Now, when I go out running with LG, I do not fear for my life at all. Granted, I don’t take her out for runs at 6am, but still. There is something about pushing a stroller that just makes me feel safe. Like, nobody would mess with a lady with a baby! And if they did, I have zero doubt in my mind that I would seriously fuck that person up. I said I’m not a mean person, but even thinking about someone messing with my baby makes me see red and so if we ever find ourselves in a situation that requires me to kick some ass in order to save the little lady in the stroller, well, I will kick some ass.
I don’t think that’s a unique thought about your child (or any loved one), but just interesting to me how the presence of a baby can have me go from OMG IS SOMEONE FOLLOWING MEEEEEE I’M GOING TO DIE to I DARE YOU TO MESS WITH ME, FUCKER.
Regardless, I think I’ll teach LG some roundhouse kicks, in addition to nice manners.