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Becoming a babysitter in my thirties, I discovered I can be a kid person without having kids.

What Romper editors are looking forward to reading this summer — preferably with a popsicle and one eye on the kiddie pool.

“And I have a tia, a mommy, and a daddy. I’m so lucky.”

The oldest kid in my life is 15; the youngest is in diapers. Here’s what I’ve learned: Your child will probably be fine.

Are we doing sonogram nails now?

Until you can scream at them in the Target baby aisle.

How will they move through the world when their parents aren’t there to tell them how to be? I am an adult in their lives who offers them low-stakes practice in figuring that out.

Once I figured this out, missing out on motherhood was no longer the foundational disappointment of my life.

Let’s ditch this identity based on dubious ideas about genetics, and define all parental relationships as active bonds of care.

Show your nail tech right this second.