Comment by mcphage
7 hours ago
Maybe this isn’t great, but I get a hint of that feeling when I’m on an airplane and hear a baby crying. For a number of years, if I heard a baby crying, it was probably my baby and I had to deal with it. But now my kids are past that phase, so when I hear the crying, after that initial jolt of panic I realize that it isn’t my problem, and that does give me the warm fuzzies. Even though I do feel bad for the baby and their parents.
Related situation: you're at a family gathering and everyone has young kids running around. You hear a thump, and then some kid starts screaming. Conversation stops and every parent keenly listens to the screams to try and figure out whose kid just got hurt, then some other parent jumps up - it's not your kid! #phewphoria
You're not alone in this feeling. I occasionally smile when it's not my kid.
This is one of the secret joys of being a parent.