Are YOU my husband?

When I was younger, this book came out called Are You My Mother?  I thought it came out much earlier than it did... my experience reading it must have been to groups of young children... because it came out when I was in Grade 8 so I guess it's not something that my Mom would have read to me.

Anyway, if you haven't read it, the premise of the book is this:  This baby bird starts to hatch, and its mother decides it's going to need to something to eat when it comes out.  Well wouldn't you know it, after the mother bird has flown off to get ready to feed her baby, the egg hatches, and this poor baby bird wonders where its mother is.  He winds up out of the nest, hopping around like the precious, lost little baby bird that he is, and he hops up to many things, asking "Are you my Mother?"  The dog says no, the construction equipment says no... pretty much everything says no.

To be truthful, I honestly can't even remember how the story ends... so you'll have to watch it yourself...

I was talking to someone yesterday, and we were talking about being single and online dating a little bit.  I asked her if she ever feels like every time she goes somewhere new, she's sizing up who's in the room, wondering if she might meet her husband there.

I'll confess I've done it.  I don't do it all the time, thankfully... I think that'd drive me over the edge... but I've done it.

I compared it while talking with her to that little baby bird... I sometimes feel like I hop from new setting to new setting, and like maybe I'm sending off this "Are you my husband??" vibe to every single man in the room.  I don't mean to, but it's hard sometimes not to be thinking 'maybe I'll meet my husband here!'

It's funny though, because I have actually never been more content with being single than I am right now (we'll see how I feel in ten months when I turn 30, haha), but those habits are so engrained that it's hard to convince my brain that we're not on the lookout for the first man with no ring.

And... to end this post on kind of a bummed out note... I thought that this analogy -- my comparison of myself to the baby bird in Are You My Mother? -- was really original.  I found it extremely humorous... and I had a brief moment this afternoon while thinking through this post in my head where I thought it'd be kind of neat to write a book in the same style as Are You My Mother? but change it to Are You My Husband? and kind of make fun of myself in the process in a children's-book style.

I went to Amazon though to find Are You My Mother? to link into this post.... and I found this brilliant, yet terribly disappointing gem called Are You My Boyfriend?

Not gonna lie.... I might buy it.

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