OK, so brace yourself. I’m about to say something which sounds rather cruel, but is completely true.
No-one cares about your kids but you.
I mean, they might have a passing concern for their safety. It’s not like they’ll shrug and do the finger-thumb ‘Whatever’ sign if you tell them your son fell down the stairs this morning. But when you tell the person across the partition at work that Timmy did this, or Jane did that, you’re wasting your breath. Your incessant jabbering about your own child is falling on deaf ears, hence the fact the other person is looking intently at their computer screen and just saying ‘Mmm-hmm’ every now and then as you spout incessant floral tributes to your little cherubs. To them your words are blurring together until it’s just you, standing with a photo of your child, yelling ‘LOOK AT MY KID. LOOK. LOOK AT MY KID.’
We get it, they can draw a nice picture of a rabbit. So can I, but you don’t see me yelling about it.
I’m not saying never talk about your kids. Heck, if I banned myself from talking about my children I’d have to erase 70% of my blog posts. But just don’t expect a massive reaction from your friend or colleague. They’re not half as interested in your child’s qualities or foibles as you are, however incredible they are. Now get back to work.