Then I had a baby. And a baby is a spectacle everywhere you go. People treat you better when they see a sweet little baby with you. They want to see the little bundle of goodness and coo and smile at her. The ones that tried to touch her pissed me off. Why do people feel they need to touch babies' toes or hands? People, your hands are dirty, keep 'em off my precious cargo. I'm not putting my hands all over your produce, now am I? Why don't I just cough on those apples for good measure? Anyway, when you're out with your baby, you have what I call Mommy Fame. Everyone melts in the presence of babies. They have a million questions for you, too. How old is she? What's her name? Is this your first?
Mommy Fame is great. The other aspect of it is that you're now a Mommy. Society sees Mommies as nice, caring people and therefore they treat you as such. I could be the world's biggest bitch but because I'm a Mommy, the connotation is that I'm a good person. No longer the selfish married bitch with no kids. Society doesn't like that woman. We scowl at her. Mommies, on the other hand, are selfless and nurturing. We like them so much we'll help carry their bags to the car and hey why not give the kid a balloon. So needless to say, I'm enjoying this Mommy thing while it lasts, before LO gets to the age when she starts throwing tantrums in public and our popularity dips. Thankfully, I have a few more months to go on that one.
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