Polar Bear: Women are “forever children” as has been said here, perhaps to better raise children.
I was thinking this just the other day. I was discussing it with my Mom carefully (she’s a feminist), and she agreed with you and me on this issue! We both agreed that in order to raise kids best, a woman has to think like a child or relate to a child on a child’s level. Most men see an infant and think, “Like Hell I’m taking care of that little shit. At the very least it’s boring. At worst it will puke, piss, or shit on me. Plus it won’t stop crying.”
I had a girlfriend once who was a married woman. She talked to me about when she had her first kid. She would actually climb in the playpen with that kid and play goo-goo gaga with it all day long. She told me:
That was a very special time for me. Just me and the baby.
Face it, no human can do that unless they think like a child on some very basic level.
I could not imagine myself spending all day in the crib with some idiotic infant making faces at it. I’d be bored out of my skull, and I’m sure most men feel the same. But for women, they’re in their happy place.
On an instinctive level, women love kids. If they don’t have kids, they develop surrogate children with pets and such. Or they become foster mothers. I dated a woman who had never had kids but had been a foster mother to maybe five kids.
I can’t tell you how many times I have seen a woman with a baby in a public place. Look around at how the other women look at the baby. I have seen huge smiles burst onto the faces of even older women in their 50’s.
When my sister was very little, my Mom took her to the toy store. She saw the dolls and she grabbed one and cradled it to her chest. She said, “Daaaa!”
It’s a damned instinct.
I had two long-term girlfriends recently, one 48 and the other 51. Neither had had kids, though one lost a kid via a miscarriage. They both had dogs which were essentially surrogate children, especially for one of the women. He was her baby! She also talked all the time about this little boy she had taken care of for a long time. She couldn’t stop talking about him.