My brother, at 41 (on the cusp of 42) is about to become a father for the third time.
He is going to gift my parents their first granddaughter. (My mother's heart is filled with joy - she long past thought of having one).
Mon C will be going to look after LM, our 2nd nephew, when new baby comes along. The closest he will have to the children of his own, the children he wants.
I won't be visiting with him. I have, after all, work. But, I have, after all, discounted children of my own. Carefully, deliberately, defensively...
When I go for a coffee and I hear a baby cry, my mind's eye judges those parents unfit. That child should be in care. They have all Mon-Fri to socialise. Do not, DO NOT, take up weekend time, the time of those who work during the week (like your screaming baby's father). The chance I have to go for a coffee in the deli you can inhabit all week.
But that's unreasonable me.
LM is great. He is a happy baby. I am happier by far by the happiness he brings Xfe.
But babies, children, are not for me.
Because I taught myself they are not.