Mi Vida Loca

Haven’t been invited to a baby shower in a while. Was it something I said?

My very proper Mom recently told me that being married was overrated and I should just find someone—anyone—to father her unborn grandchildren. “I’m not getting any younger and neither are you!” may have been her exact words.

As I stated in a past blog, La anti-Latina, I am an anomaly; a single, childless Latina in her 30s.

I don’t believe that Latinos fare much better under the same circumstances.  Many assume that a man is gay or a player if he manages to make it to his 30s childless.

Whether by choice or by circumstance, we somehow resisted the mythical superpowers that the Latino sperm and the Latina womb hold. We have time to focus on education, careers, travel and all the joys that come from being free of the responsibility of children.  Sure some of us want children, some of us don’t.  We are all different people with similar circumstances, for women (since I can’t speak for men) this includes learning how to deal with the following situations:

Conversations– In my early twenties I worked in an office full of single and childless women who got along great. One day one of them came in and announced that she was pregnant.  Work turned into a bad episode of the Twilight Zone: The Mommy Zone.  All of a sudden all they could talk about was morning sickness, trimesters and semesters (that one may be wrong), and bottle vs. breast feeding, a new language I didn’t understand.  Work was never the same after that so I coped  by delving into this new thing called work.

Baby showers– I HATE baby showers; there’s no reciprocal event for childless women. No one would be amused upon receiving an invitation stating ‘I just got a cute new puppy and I’m registered at Pet Smart.’  Aside from the dent gifts put on your wallet, they are three to four hours spent playing silly games (really chocolate as poop?), and saying “No thanks, I don’t like cake.  No it’s true. Yes, I know it’s weird” that I can never get back. To my friends who are planning on getting pregnant, know that there’s a BIGGER and BETTER gift in store for you if my invitation to your shower gets ‘lost in the mail.’  My baby shower will consist of belly dancing lessons, for obvious reasons.

Children’s birthdays– Unless you can keep yourself busy by helping the Mom, you are stuck in conversations with Mom types who make you feel bad about your own childless state by asking questions like “Which ones are yours?” and “Don’t you want to be a Mom?” if they find out the answer is none.  I avoid the latter question by pointing towards a group of kids and saying, “that one” to the first question, while crossing my fingers and hoping that they all don’t know at least one child in the group.

Christmas– My oldest nephew is 24 (I was a very young aunt).  I’ve been buying presents and not finding anything with my name under the tree for many years.  Where is the fairness, oh, and while we’re looking for fairness, where’s that karaoke machine I’ve been hinting about for five years?

Originally published at Being Latino Online Magazine.

Advertisements

3 thoughts on “Haven’t been invited to a baby shower in a while. Was it something I said?”

  1. Reminds me of the episode of Sex and the City, where Carrie’s Manolos get stolen at one of her friends who has toddlers and makes people take off their shoes at the entry way. Then at the end she sends them a “I’m getting married to myself” announcement and registers at Manolo.

    You’re right there is no equivalent for single people.

  2. I totally agree. I am 29 childless and single and a professional with an amazing job. yes I want a husband and children but my time hasn’t come yet and I won’t settle for just ANYONE . I, and women like me, seem to be such an anomaly. People don’t know how to take me; or attempt to “figure” me out. Either they pity me or see me as a threat. I recently went to a house warming party and despite my attempts to engage with all the women there, all they could see was a single woman among their husbands and they didn’t talk to me! Needless to say I left. This past summer there were 8 pregnant women in the office. ALL talk was baby. I love babies but come on! I embrace my single and childless status. It hasn’t been easy but my life is not any less important than other people.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s