We are hyper-attuned – to everything. Changes in tone? Check. Micro-shifts in facial expressions? Noted. Gestures that contradict spoken words? Documented. We are emotional private investigators that are highly attuned to changes in our environment. We had to be in order to survive our childhood. Due to this, we are highly sensitive and intuitive to the needs of others, but we are also constantly on the lookout for what’s about to come.
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.
When I am asked if I will ever have children of my own, my response has gone from a timid “don’t judge me” reply, to simply saying no. Sometimes just one word is the biggest truth we can ever tell.
Instead, worry about your daughter being one of the 1 in 4 cases of sexual assault and harassment, and not opening her voice to speak because we have a president that is a sociopath and doesn’t give a lick about women’s rights.
With Father’s Day approaching, I’m going to live in honor of him. I am going to celebrate my fathers life instead of mourning his absence. Yes, it will be hard, and there may even be tears, but I know my father is still with me because I carry him with me in my heart.
All you have is right now.
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.
We forget to give ourselves permission to dislike someone, to address conflict, to confront issues, or even just to acknowledge when someone has reached epic levels of douchebaggery.
The world stands still for a moment. I’m taken aback by how comfortable I feel, almost as if I’m melting into this seat, even with the summer sun burning into my skin. I love the warmth. It reminds me of home.