Nothing magical happens when you reach a certain age.
People change their minds. People grow apart. People disagree and fight about it. Bonds break. Love is not exactly known for being tame.
To look at a sleeping baby, defenseless and pure, and think, ‘How many likes do you think this will get?’ struck us as particularly gross.
While I do think our country faces a much bigger question around education and the appropriate levels of funding for it, I wonder if we can all play a small part in trying to better understand the situation at our own school.
You are expected to feed your new roommate and they have less motor control then someone with no arms and no legs.
“When my granddaughter looks into my eyes, and asks me a question. There’s no feeling like it. She feels like I am this endless source of wisdom, which is both flattering and untrue. That is what love is for me.”
They are almost to the finish line as children now. I try now to just always be honest with them. To listen to what they want. To explain rather than argue. To let them ask questions about what sort of breed the “adult” really is and answer with the truth.
I recently discovered there’s a unique Japanese term for maternity harassment called matahara. Pause on this for a moment.
Those of us who make a conscious choice to be childfree endure many insensitive comments, such as (but definitely not limited to), “You’ll change your mind,” or “But that’s your life purpose!” However, stating that your life had no meaning before children has to be the most insulting.
You’re the type who walks confidently in the world, trusting your intuition and honoring your self. And yes, motherhood threatens to trump all of this.