Fleeting thoughts on parenting

Fleeting thoughts on parenting

This weekend my lovely and charming friend (read her blog here http://faubulousinpittsburgh.blogspot.com/) took my to a Pittsburgh Penguins game.  You need not have attended a game ever to understand that the white stuff they players skate around on is ice, so using basic reasoning skills one should be able to deduce that hockey arenas are cold.  The mother sitting two seats away from me at the game managed to figure this mystery out since she was decked out in coat, hat, scarf, and gloves.  Her young son, however, was wearing an Under Armor shirt and nothing else.  Through his chattering teeth he told his mother he was cold. "Oh...your dad must have taken your jacket. Oh well." *watches game*.  Upon overhearing this and watching the poor little boy shivering in his seat I offered him my coat to wrap around himself.  He politely declined, the mother side-eyed me then continued to ignore my existence.  So my question is this: why didn't the mother offer her son ANY of the warm winter apparel she was wearing when he was so obviously enduring the first stages of hypothermia? Wouldn't that natural thing be to wrap him in her own jacket, especially after hearing a complete stranger offer to do just that? Some people are clearly not meant to be parents.  You all go about your lives, I'm just going to sit here and contemplate the downsides to mass sterilization.  

I shouldn't criticize this woman too badly since she did have her kid at a Penguins game, after all.  My parents never did that for me. Those jerks just sent me to college and put me in braces and taught me to be a good person and shit.  Yes, the good person thing is debatable.    

Selflessness just isn't a characteristic I'm ready to add to my pallet just yet (if ever).  Apart from my general distaste for children, my awareness of this fact is what drives me to birth control.  I certainly don't cherish the idea of an eight pound shit-machine squeezing its way out of my hoohah, but I know I would love my own children and take excellent care of them. Proof of this is in my relationship with my six, soon to be seven, cousins' kids. Sadly, I would be a great mother and am probably the kind of person society desperately needs to reproduce, but again, no thanks.  

Cousin Stephanie to the rescue. Just kidding I'm probably the reason he's crying.

Your kids should come first, people.  Even I know that.  Don't make me show compassion in public again.  Ok?