So Eric and I don’t run for a year, and then we end up doing two 5ks within a month of each other.
This past weekend, Eric and I–along with our bundle of joy, Bentley–did the 2013 Orange County Race for the Rescues, a charity race that benefits animals in rescue shelters.
This was the perfect family event for us because we were helping raise funds for other rescue animals, and we got to participate as a whole family–which we are.
I love my dog. I really love my dog. And while we didn’t get him from an animal shelter (we inherited him from a family I used to babysit for), I can’t picture our life without him.
Bentley will always be our first baby. So I completely understood when Kristen Bell said she was worried that she wouldn’t love her baby as much as she loves her dogs.
And then people pounced on her like she was some crazy mother because she compared her dogs to her human baby.
Here’s the thing: Things like that are exactly why people with kids get on people without kids’ nerves.
People with kids seem to have this superiority complex that their life will always be more complete because they have a human baby, and your life–you childless mongrel you– will always be not as complete because you don’t know what it’s like to have a child.
*I’m not saying all parents of humans are like that, but there’s a big enough group of them that sites like STFU, Parents exist.
I really love my dog. I baby my dog, I feed him, I walk him, I buy him clothes, I take him on family outings and to visit his grandparents, and I even clean up his sh*t. And when he really pisses me off, like if he has an accident in the living room, I can still only stay mad at him for a couple of minutes at most. That’s love, right?
So yeah, I get what Kristen Bell is saying.
In fact, my own mom has said that when she was pregnant with my younger brother, she was worried that she wouldn’t be able to love him as much as she loved me–because she didn’t know if she could have enough room in her heart for all that love.
She says now that of course she loves him as much as she loves me, but let’s be honest–there’s always a soft spot for your first-born right?
Well, Bentley is my first-born. And I’m sure that when Eric and I finally do pull the goalie and have our own little bundle of
crazy joy, that we’ll love the little human as much as, if not more, than we love our dog.
Heck, we may even become some of those people. In fact, I’m almost sure I probably will become one of those people. But I promise to do my absolute best to keep my “my life is fuller than yours” attitude to a minimum. Deal?
For right now, there are no mini Erics or Erikas running around. So all we know is how much we love our doggie and how much happiness he brings into our life.
Are you a pet lover or a baby sanctimommy?
*For the record, I have a lot of friends who are not all “my baby is more important than your life” but every now and then, you run into that person who makes you feel like your life just isn’t worth as much because you don’t have kids. I hope I never become one of those people.