Confessions of a Reluctant Stroller Mom
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I have a confession to make: I never dreamt of being a mom. I wasn’t opposed to it per se, but I never fantasized about the picket fence and the 2.5 kids or whatever. I have a solid career and a great group of friends, and I was one of those people who side-eyed moms struggling with their strollers while silently congratulating myself on my life choices.
Then life happened, and I love my husband, and I love my kid. That’s not why I’m writing this. My confession is that after I had my son, I sort of dreaded leaving the house because I didn’t want to be one of those moms struggling with her baby gear. How could I maintain my identity as a functioning adult human and also maneuver a bulky, embarrassing stroller with a screaming baby? The patriarchy doesn’t need more ammunition.
Would I ever travel again? They make you check strollers at the gate. You know when you’re boarding a plane and there’s a stroller at the end of the gate with a tag on it, and you think, “those poor, poor people with that ugly stroller and screaming baby”? I refused to become a cautionary tale in someone else’s “reasons I’m child-free” list. There had to be a lightweight travel stroller that wouldn’t announce my arrival like a cyber truck.