From a man's point of view, having children is not always quite as beautiful as they portray it on television. The picture of both parents hugging their cherished child, smiling, warm and snug in a pastel nursery...
Hey, the delivery of a baby is yucky! I know this from first hand having delivered my own daughter in the absence of any medical folk. Nobody talks about the afterbirth.
It is so lovely seeing a baby feeding in the loving arms of a mother. Even us men are besotted by that. But where the hell does all of that stuff from the other end come from? You put pure white milk in between those gorgeous pink lips, and a stinking slime from hell comes out at two o'clock in the morning.
Ladies, bless their hearts, change when they have their first baby. They instantly change from sexy fun-loving girls to devoted nannies. Fathers are never warned that the mothers attention, formerly one hundred percent towards them, is now down to about ten percent - baby comes first. They introduce new phrases into their everyday language -
'Sssh, you'll wake the baby.', or
'No, dear, I can't go out tonight, I have to look after ...' or worse still,
'Not tonight, dear, I have a headache.'
... and
please don't expect us to agree with somebody looking in the crib and saying,
'Oooh, he does have your mothers' eyes, doesn't he.' He doesn't. He looks like Winston Churchill..!
When a child is born into a marriage, the man accepts that for the next sixteen years, he has been 'down-graded' to secondary importance. The lithe, fun-loving and sexy girl he had married is now the maternal and mature lady of the house. The man has to quickly adapt. There are no more Sunday lay ins, no more impetuous midnight Chinese meals, no more impulsive decisions. He has to get used to baby-sitter meetings, weary trips to the Health Centre, and hours to waiting in a supermarket carpark as two prams and two mothers compare notes.
I shall now put on my tin helmet, and wait for the stones to be thrown.....

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