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A Heartfelt Confession to My Childless Friend
When we’re kids, friendship knows no bounds—even with those who might not be so nice. Just the other day at the park, I watched my son approach two girls, proudly introducing himself as “The Blue Ninja.” They made a snarky comment and dashed away, yet he continued to play, later insisting they were his friends.
Once school starts, that’s when the real adventure begins. Finding friends in middle school feels a lot like musical chairs; you jump into whatever “clique” you can when the music stops, just to avoid being left standing—alone at the lunch table. High school takes it a step further, often focusing on friendships with a “boy” in front of it.
Then comes college, where you gather friends who can sometimes vanish without a word when they find someone else to hang out with. You accumulate all types of friends over the years, some closer than others. Eventually, you settle down, get married, and have kids—I know that’s what I did, and through that journey, I met you.
Over the years, you’ve become one of my closest friends, one of my few friends without children. And while we share so much and have a wonderfully candid relationship, there’s something I’ve never voiced: I am genuinely relieved that you don’t have kids.
When I was pregnant alongside some friends, I was thrilled at the thought of our children becoming lifelong buddies. But reality set in—kids don’t always mesh well together. My son, for instance, can be quite the handful and does best in certain environments. There are places I simply can’t take him due to sensory overload. Plus, hanging out with other moms often revolves around topics like diaper rashes and organic baby food, leaving little room for genuine connection. Playdates frequently fall through because of sick kids or tired moms; it seems like children have busier schedules than most adults these days, with karate lessons and family visits turning them into mini-celebrities.
But you? You’re always there—at every baby shower and birthday party. On my worst days, you’re the one I call. My kids adore you, and you have a way of understanding my son like no one else. I can share my parenting blunders without fear of judgment, and you always seem to offer a fresh perspective.
In essence, you are like that ever-handy clear nail polish. Did you know it can stop shoelaces from fraying, prevent buttons from popping off, and even seal envelopes? It’s a handy tool for many little emergencies. Just like that, you help me navigate through the chaos of parenting and life. You bring solutions when things don’t go as planned, and you’re always ready for a chat.
We’ve shared countless adventures, and you’ve been there through my most daunting challenges—juggling a husband and children. You’ve seen me break down and want to escape from it all. Without you, my marriage might feel rusty, and my kids could be the loose screws. I would probably be a soggy match!
What I’m getting at is, if you ever choose to become a mother, I know you’d be amazing. But for now, I must confess that I’m grateful you’re child-free. Honestly, how could I possibly manage my kids without your support?
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Summary
In this heartfelt piece, Melissa reflects on her friendship with a childless companion, expressing gratitude for their unwavering support amidst the chaos of parenting. Despite the challenges that come with raising children, Melissa acknowledges the unique bond and understanding they share, highlighting how her friend makes her life richer and easier.