“I can see that you have breasts.”
I’ve been asked multiple times, “When are you having kids?” and I can’t help but wonder why so many people are interested in when my husband and I are having sex. I smile and change the topic immediately, but it doesn’t mean I don’t see their judging eyes and bitter frowns.
Real men tell us how they really feel about a tradition that’s rarely questioned.
You love these little guys. Not because they are your own and you have to, but because it comes naturally. You don’t have to love them, but you do.
You can’t take a baby out shopping or out for an overpriced craft cocktail. Department stores don’t have daycare centers and wine bars don’t have highchairs (thank God).
Hugs when you’re happy. Hugs when you’re down. Hugs at the start of the school day. Hugs when an older student comes back to visit your classroom. Hugs when a student skins her knee. Hugs after a long day.
The stress that comes with splitting your life between two parents is in full-force around the holidays. When you’re a kid, your parents’ divorce is most exposed from November to January.
If someone asks you if you’d like to hold their child, you just say “I’m okay, thanks,” as if they were offering you a beer.
A lot of toxicity is accidental. A lot of it is innocent. A lot of it is approached with genuinely positive intentions.
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