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8 EXPOSED Oc<strong>to</strong>ber, 2007<br />
MUSING ABOUT<br />
By Sarah Shonyo<br />
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As a general rule, children make<br />
me incredibly nervous.<br />
By no means would I consider myself a person who hates<br />
or even dislikes children. I don’t mind looking at <strong>the</strong>m,<br />
and even exchange a smile with <strong>the</strong> occasional <strong>to</strong>ddler<br />
waddling down <strong>the</strong> street. I appreciate <strong>the</strong>ir position as<br />
<strong>the</strong> future leaders of this earth and recognize (at <strong>the</strong> ripe<br />
age of 24) that a child I know <strong>to</strong>day may very well be <strong>the</strong><br />
one wheeling me down <strong>to</strong> ladies’ night at <strong>the</strong> bingo hall<br />
during my golden years.<br />
However, when it <strong>com</strong>es <strong>to</strong> <strong>com</strong>munication with a child<br />
beyond <strong>the</strong> fleeting non-verbal or abstract appreciation, I<br />
am at a loss. Maybe it’s because of <strong>the</strong>ir blatant honesty,<br />
sticky faces, or <strong>com</strong>plete disregard for personal bubbles. I<br />
fear that which I do not understand.<br />
Like most teenagers, I did my fair share of baby-sitting.<br />
I never solicited my services as a baby-sitter, nor did I<br />
actively seek families with young children <strong>to</strong> care for.<br />
No, it was much more underhanded than that. After my<br />
sister, Emily, reached childcare retirement <strong>the</strong> families<br />
she served must have assumed I was <strong>the</strong> next best thing.<br />
Physical similarities aside, where she is inherently nurturing,<br />
maternal, and patient, I am pragmatic, analytical,<br />
and have <strong>the</strong> attention span of a gnat.<br />
Not surprisingly, Emily pursued a master’s degree in<br />
mental health counseling with an emphasis in adolescents<br />
while I had my heart set on criminal psychology.<br />
Our populations of interest, as I once explained <strong>to</strong> my<br />
parents, were really only differentiated by age and number<br />
of tat<strong>to</strong>os.<br />
My fear of children never proved <strong>to</strong> be much of an issue<br />
given my relatively limited exposure <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong>m. That is, until<br />
<strong>the</strong> day my sister decided <strong>to</strong> mess everything up and<br />
announced that she was pregnant. Once I picked my<br />
jaw up off <strong>the</strong> floor and doled out <strong>the</strong> obliga<strong>to</strong>ry hugs, I<br />
faced <strong>the</strong> realization that not only had I just been given<br />
<strong>the</strong> role of Aunt Sarah (which I unders<strong>to</strong>od as “crazy,<br />
single Aunt Sarah”), but this child was going <strong>to</strong> be very<br />
much a part of my life.<br />
Pregnancy does funny things <strong>to</strong> people. I think it made<br />
my sister temporarily blind. She began wearing maternity<br />
pants at 16 weeks because she “just couldn’t believe<br />
how <strong>com</strong>fortable <strong>the</strong>y were.” Never mind <strong>the</strong> front panel<br />
that nearly reached her chin or <strong>the</strong> expandable rear-end.<br />
In an attempt <strong>to</strong> save her from permanent fashion<br />
impairment, I s<strong>to</strong>pped by a pregnant lady s<strong>to</strong>re <strong>to</strong> buy a<br />
dress for her <strong>to</strong> wear when o<strong>the</strong>r people could actually<br />
tell she was pregnant. A very cheery (and very expectant)<br />
saleswoman greeted me at <strong>the</strong> door and helped me<br />
maneuver through a horde of protruding belly but<strong>to</strong>ns<br />
and swollen ankles <strong>to</strong> find what I was looking for.<br />
Somewhere between <strong>the</strong> booties and breast pumps,<br />
<strong>the</strong> saleswoman must have slipped me something.<br />
Before I realized what was<br />
happening, she was strapping<br />
a massive flesh-colored belly<br />
around my waist. I was <strong>the</strong>n instructed <strong>to</strong><br />
try on <strong>the</strong> dresses in order <strong>to</strong> ensure a proper fit for my<br />
similarly-built sister.<br />
My barefoot and pregnant reflection in that brown sun<br />
dress has been permanently emblazoned in <strong>the</strong> very<br />
deepest and darkest part of my mind.<br />
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