AM, not too weird at all.
I understand your feelings, I had a terrible, horrible childhood.
I love babies though, I love being pregnant, I even love giving birth when it's not traumatic and dramatic and life and death matters involved.
And I love babies.
I love all ages! Every one has it's own awesomeness.
There's nothing like snuggling an infant, holding a newborn and just staring in awe at them as they sleep, carrying them in a wrap all day and being so close to this little, new life. Getting to know them and their personalities as they grow.
And then there's the toddler age where they are discovering the world more and more, seeing things through their eyes, which continues into pre-school and even school age. The good conversations, their amazement at things we grown-ups "forget". Them running toward you yelling "mommy!" with sparks in their eyes because you went to the store alone and came back.
The awesome discussions with the older ones, and teaching them stuff, playing games, reading to each other.
And then the teens, where they are discovering who they are more, and all the hard choices they have to make. Watching them make the right ones, and helping them if they make the wrong and "crash". Them coming to you with problems. And the heart-to-heart conversations. Getting hugs from them even in front of friends. Watching them grow up and start their own, independent, grown-up life.
And it's of course a lot more than you could ramble on about like this, but it's awesome, the whole way from newborn to young adults.
And I love seing the kids together, the siblings have so much love and care for each other, it's so good and touching to see.
I love having a bunch, my own little gang.
I wanted 5, when I was little. Hah, I have more now. And I'm not done. We're not done. We want more.