Children can lighten up any kind of environment. They are mirthful, amusing, stupid, funny, sometimes even ruthless.
Changing diapers is not as fun as going to a concert. And don’t believe anyone who tells you otherwise. Having children will, however, beat out any competition when it comes to joy.
The paddle not only cracks down on these kids’ wrists, but also their self esteem, their health, and their likelihood to succeed.
Being a non-mom does not mean our lives lack complexity, or that they are easy, or that we don’t have daily struggles for which we could use a kind word.
Kids know everybody likes a hug. Or a handshake. Or a comforting shoulder pat.
I couldn’t help wonder why I was so different to everyone else. Why did I not feel absolute bliss when I was at home with the kids? Why did I enjoy drinking wine with friends when I was away with work instead of wallowing in self-pity in my hotel room because I missed them so much?
Even once you’re without-a-shred-of-doubt visibly pregnant, you can’t expect strangers to give up their seat for you so readily because the world is populated by some very conveniently clueless individuals who will happily ignore you rather than sacrifice their own comfort.
Difficult, detached, tired parents raise difficult, detached, emotionally irrational children and wonder what we are doing wrong. Why we are so difficult.
I still have a difficult time expressing how I feel. There are times where I feel disconnected from the world and times where I feel like no one will ever understand me.
Your friends who think their pets are children will never understand.