Anais Nin reflects on an afternoon of babysitting three children:
"I have now known community living. But I am still convinced that these people who are so proud of giving birth and raising three children are giving less to the world than Beethoven, or Paul Klee, or Proust. It is their conviction of their virtuousness which distresses me. I would like to see fewer children and more beauty around them, fewer children and better educated ones, fewer children and more food for all, more hope and less war. I was not proud at all of having helped three children with faces like puddings or oatmeal to live through a Sunday afternoon. I would have felt prouder if I had written a quartet to delight many generations."
I'm with Anais. Talk of strollers and fertility treatments bores me. My friends with kids display a restrained fascination with my weekends exploring the city or my trips to NYC, where people have more to talk about than their kids. To each his own; we all have our own visions of what we want our lives to look like.
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