Oldest children somehow manage to combine being very bossy and being very boring.
She assures us that we’re never too old to just ‘play.’
As you grow, so do they. As your life changes, so does theirs. Each year brings you heartbreak or adventure or a new job or a trip across the country or some kind of change, and each year brings your life a little farther from theirs. But don’t let it.
You see, we now live in a time where accidents are not allowed happen. You heard me: Accidents, of any form, in any way, and at any time, well, they just don’t happen anymore.
Trying to comfort our sons and protect them from hurt has turned into protection from consequences. Many times now, I’ve seen parents pass the buck. “My child would never. It has to do with the situation/other person. My child is perfect and needs to be sheltered”. That is the core of the rape culture.
Fertility treatment is all consuming because it has to be. If you want to be a mother and for whatever reason your path is the same as mine then you have to let it consume you, be your life and embrace it regardless of what you are missing out on.
“I’m going to start this off by saying a phrase that apparently no woman is ever supposed to say. I don’t want to be a mother.”
“You can have one of my kids!”
“I know what I’m getting when I’m with him and I’ve accepted it. I might not be really happy, but is anyone?”
You guided me in the right direction, but you didn’t hold my hand. You told me it was okay to cry, but you didn’t wipe my tears.