Mumsy?

"Hi Dahling, what are you up to?", Mr Sketch asks on a scratchy long-distance telephone line. It was last night and I had just tucked my sister's 7-year old twins to bed. "Oh, hi honey, well I've just been reading a thrilling story about a fingerprint mystery", I answer a bit drowsy from reading after having had 3 glasses of heavy red wine. "Ah" he jokes in a half-cheeky voice, "I bet you're feeling all mumsy now then?" "No", I replied a bit too quickly, "I am feeling all aunti-ish". Not sure why I had to clarify this. Probably to not scare him by insunating child-production-eagerness.

Funny, isn't it. When two people meet at the age of 35 minus. I.e. around 33-34, there is of course a non-outspoken question of "do you want children or not?". I'm not saying that it's getting panicky or so, but still. I don't think anyone really super eager to have babies should waste any time with someone who really doesn't want kids. But then again, do we know this at all? Can we really say what we want until we really face this situation? I have always said that I really really want kids, but then when I married I couldn't think of anything more terrible. Was it because my ex was wrong, or was it because I wasn't ready, or because I really don't want kids?

Anyway, whatever happens. I wont mind being an old mum. I think this will suit me perfectly. I so much enjoy being by myself and not having to care about anyone else in the world. And I am sure that I will be a very devoted and overly-loving mum when/if the kiddies finally arrive.

And the only thing we know about life, is that we don't know anything.