A Heartfelt Note to My Childless Friend

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Growing up, making friends was a breeze. I remember watching my son, who proudly introduced himself as “The Green Ninja” to two girls at the park. They shot him a rude remark and dashed away, but he still considered them friends.

As we entered middle school, things got trickier. Finding friends felt like a game of musical chairs, and when the music stopped, you had to grab a spot in whatever clique was nearby, just to avoid being left out. High school brought a different type of friendship, often tinged with the excitement of crushes.

College friendships were abundant, but many were fleeting, especially those who would leave you at the bar for someone new. Over the years, I collected various friends, some closer than others. Eventually, I got married and had kids, and that’s when I met you.

Through the years, you’ve been such a dear friend and one of my few childless companions. We share so much, and I cherish our candid relationship. But there’s something I’ve never shared: I’m genuinely grateful you don’t have kids.

When I was expecting alongside some friends, I thought we’d have a built-in support system for our kids. Little did I know, not all kids mesh well together. My son can be a handful, and he often struggles in chaotic environments. Plus, hanging out with other moms usually devolves into conversations about things like sagging body parts and organic baby food. And let’s be honest, our kids’ schedules are busier than ours—between karate, swimming lessons, and family visits, they’re like miniature celebrities, while us moms are their agents.

But then there’s you. You’re there for every baby shower and birthday celebration, and you’re the first person I call on a tough day. My kids absolutely adore you. You get my son in a way few others can. I can share my parenting blunders without fear of judgment.

In a way, you’re like clear nail polish—an unsung hero. Did you know that having clear nail polish on hand is super handy? It can stop shoelaces from fraying, prevent buttons from falling off, and even seal envelopes. It’s versatile and practical, much like how you are in my life. You help tidy up my messes and always offer a listening ear when I need it.

We’ve had countless adventures together, and you’ve seen me navigate the wild ride of marriage and motherhood. You’ve been my rock through breakdowns and moments of wanting to escape. Without you, I’d feel like a rusty marriage and a chaotic household—like a wet match!

So, while you’d make a fantastic mother if you choose that path one day, I have to admit that for now, I’m thankful you don’t have kids. Seriously, how would I manage my children without you?

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In summary, I treasure our friendship and the support you give me, and I hope you know how much you mean to me.