Children are not an obligation or a necessity or a solution. They are beautiful gifts from God or nature or whatever faith you believe in.
There are plenty of other people who want to have children. I don’t need to be one of them.
Words have cut me deeply but words have also restored me. I hope that I can be the one to reach out to someone suffering silently though month after month of heartbreaking treatments and remind them that, even if a baby never comes, they are truly enough.
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.