This summer has given me a lot of time to examine my life.  I always thought I’m not mom material – but I think I’m finally at a point in my life where I can safely say – I don’t want to be a mother. 

I’m doing a different type of travel these last few weeks. I’m traveling to catch up. Catch up to what you may ask?  Friends. This summer is about enjoying the cool summers of the northern US, fighting off mosquitoes, and having reunions with old friends. I’m staying with my sister and her kids at a lake cabin near Minneapolis and taking this opportunity to reconnect with my old colleagues and friends; after all, I spent 4 ½ years living in Minneapolis back in my 20’s.

This journey through time has really made me think about the choices I have made in my past, as well as the choices I have made for my future. It has also made me think about motherhood since most of the friends that I’ve reconnected with are now mothers of multiple kids at various ages – a foreign concept to me.

Are We Predisposed to Wanting to Be a Mother?

When I was a little girl, I had an active imagination and generally figured out ways to entertain myself since my brother and sister were older and I was considered an annoyance. I loved playing house. I loved pretending I had kids to take care of, to cook for, to clean up after, and to tell people what to do.

Then I graduated on to Barbies where I had a whole imaginary life of families, homes, relationships, and picking the right outfit to wear for the right fictitious occasion.

Then I moved on to playing ‘work’. I would play at my dad’s old desk, make a rol-a-dex from scratch and pretend that I had important meetings to attend, people to see, people to fire, things to staple, and reports to create. At that point, I don’t ever think I thought about playing house again.

However the last few weeks have landed me back in my imaginary world of playing house. I’ve been surrounded by kids and families. I’ve been entertaining kids, cooking for kids, disciplining kids, teaching kids (mostly appropriate things)…and I generally have no idea what I’m doing.

I Don’t Think I Ever Had the Mom Gene

I am the youngest in my family, so I never really had any young kids or babies around me. Instead, I was too busy trying to be more grown up so that my sister and brother may be interested in playing with me or at least stop teasing me and beating me up!

These last few weeks of being surrounded by kids and families has been fun, yet exhausting. It’s a bit reminiscent of being a middle manager in corporate America, so I’ve had to dust off my managing skills. Motherhood or Management – it’s all the same to me.

A Test Run at Being a Soccer Mom: Is Motherhood For Me?

These last few weeks I’ve done things that are scarier and more challenging than climbing Kilimanjaro. I found myself driving a minivan full of kids to Wal-Mart to do the grocery shopping. My latest adventure was to take 4 girls to 3 different softball practices in different locations, cheer them on, yell at them to play nice, tell them to stop fighting with each other, and then going for pizza at the local pizza joint.

It freaks me out to think that the strangers that look at me think that they are my kids…how can that be when I still feel like I’m 22 and I clearly don’t look like a mother…or do I? God help me. We’ll delve into that in another post when I have a drink within reach.

When All of Your Friends Are Loving Motherhood

I even drove out to meet my best friend from high school, Audra. She lives in Milwaukee so we decided to meet halfway across Wisconsin. She brought her young kids (2 ½ yrs and 14 months) with her for the 2 hour drive, and they watched Dora the Explorer on the drive.

I on the other hand drove 3 hours and listened to a gruesome book on tape about children soldiers in Sierra Leone in the 90’s. Audra and I were worlds apart.

Our worlds intermingled in the heart of cheesy American resort towns – Wisconsin Dells. We met at the Copa Cabana Resort and water park so that the kids could be entertained between us trying to catch up on 4 years of not seeing each other. There was no Barry Manilow or Pina Coladas at the Copa Cabana….instead there were pirate ships and kiddy slides.

I channeled my motherhood genes  that had long ago shriveled up and dried out.  I played as if I were Captain Hook on the high seas in between talking to Audra about travel, New York, motherhood, her career, and diapers. 

I realize that I like kids for a little while, but not forever.

Motherhood is a Challenge I Don’t Want To Take On

As I drove back to the other side of Wisconsin after lunch, I thought about just how challenging and hard motherhood is. I frequently have people tell me how brave I am for doing what I’m doing with my life and travels. But as I watch all of my friends as mothers, I am in awe. That is one challenge that I wouldn’t be able or have the desire to meet.

Plus – if I were to be a mom, that would necessitate me actually having to find someone to date that I didn’t get annoyed by eventually…and that may just be impossible.

I’d Rather Travel

I find it much easier to fly off to strange countries and new cities and try to integrate in foreign places as compared to changing diapers and raising kids. Sure, that makes me a bit unusual, but I’m ok with that.

I’d Rather Be an Aunt

I much prefer being Aunt Sherry than “Mom, (insert kid’s name here)’s hitting me!!” I love being an Aunt so much that I even started the Niece Project and have taken each of my nieces traveling with me.  One of my reasons for doing this is to build a bond with them…not a motherhood bond, an Aunt bond. Plus – I wanted to let them know that there are many paths in life to take, they don’t always need to follow social norms.

I’d  Rather Be a Foster Kitten Mom

Over the years I have realized that I do have a little mom in me…at least when it comes to kittens.  I started taking on Foster Kittens in between my travels.  I have absolutely loved every cute, messy, poopy moment of it.  I catch myself thinking – is this what it’s like to be a mom and love your kids unconditionally – when I am taking care of them.  But then I have to give them up for adoption – but that’s ok, I like being their mom for a short period of time…not forever.

I Don’t Want Kids

Thanks to all of my old friends who have come on out to see me – it’s been like a giant summer reunion for me. A reunion that solidified for me that I don’t want to be a mother, I’m very happy with my decisions and my life of travel. But I am VERY happy for all of my friends who are mothers – they are amazing, they have something I don’t have and I admire that immensely.

Sometimes it leaves me a bit baffled, wondering how in the world I have ended up on the small path that I am on and not on the interstate highway of motherhood and family life.

I guess I believe that someone has to take the path less traveled.