After much soul-searching, I have finally come out of the closet. It was pointless denying it any longer. Judging by the sniggers and knowing looks, everyone probably knew already. So I just came out with it: ‘I want a baby.’
I want to cradle the little mite in my arms. I want sleepless nights and afternoons in the park. I want to spend a small fortune every Christmas and moan about house prices in school catchment areas. In short, I’m broody.
I’ve felt this way for a few years — even before my two-year-old niece Ruby came along and melted my heart — but it’s not something I felt comfortable talking about beyond my close circle of friends.
In fact, for a long time I didn’t even admit it to myself. The sad truth is, there’s still a social taboo against men expressing their longing for parenthood.
It’s fine for us to say we’d love to have children ‘some time in the future’ and it’s perfectly acceptable, even cool, to be a doting dad once they’re born, but it’s somehow unmanly for us actively to yearn for a child of our own.
But when little Ruby was born, I found her so adorable that I had to confess to my brother that I wanted one as well. And I had to choose my words carefully when I discussed my feelings with my 32-year-old girlfriend Jennie. We’ve only been together for eight months, so it’s a bit early for a full-on baby conversation. Luckily, she didn’t scarper when I told her about my broodiness. She is keen to have kids one day, too.
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