what, no baby?

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There were two toddlers on the bus last night, their buggies creating a corridor that only thin people could fit through. Both of them were being kept occupied by videos on mobile phones. When one of the phones was removed from grubby little fingers, much wailing and thrashing occurred, which stopped when a packet of crisps was produced. I worry about this next generation. Everything is so immediate, and the need for gratification is constant. Toddler having a paddy? Stick a video on. Give them food. One little boy in the supermarket last week was given a cake from a multi-pack {not yet paid for, so isn't this stealing?!} to keep him quiet while mum shopped. She actually said this to him. It's as if children aren't allowed to experience boredom anymore. But boredom is good and healthy. It increases imagination. It lets the brain puzzle things out. It helps little ones understand that life isn't all Champagne and roses, that it isn't fair, that it is hours of being stuck in traffic and nearly falling asleep in pointless meetings. Anyway, this led to a dream last night in which a member of my extended family enquired as to when I was going to have a baby. She seemed shocked when I said I didn't want one. I'm too selfish. And I am finally at peace with that, to the point where I don't understand this idea that all little girls are maternal and Mummy Material. *sigh* Anyway this post is going nowhere fast, and my bus journey will soon be over. So I shall just leave my disjointed thoughts here and go about my day.