I know that for most people, it’s hard to imagine not wanting your own children. I happen to be one of those folks – that never wanted my own children. I never felt that need to have a little mini me. I never thought about leaving something behind to ‘carry on’. I never wondered about my purpose in God’s plan if I didn’t create another life. On a rare occasion I wonder what my senior years will be like, with no children to care about me…but in the time it took me to type that, it’s already left my head.
Don’t get me wrong though, I don’t dislike children. As a matter of fact, I get along great with tiny people. And there just isn’t anything in the whole world that’s more perfect or pure than when a baby smiles at you. Every trouble or stress you have will simply melt away when a baby smiles at you. For that one simple moment all there is, is joy. But then they cry and poop and fuss and drool. Yeah, I can skip that thank you. When they feed and dress themselves, that’s when I want them I love the look of wonder on their faces when they catch something brand new in their brains. It’s all good until puberty. Then, WHAM! Besides the whole being pregnant thing and the poop and drool, teenagers really turned me off. Parenting is a thankless job. When it gets to you, just remember those simple moments of perfection and joy when your baby smiled at you
Bill said that at his Dad’s funeral, all the grand kids got up and sang a song. He didn’t know the song so don’t ask me. All the grand kids in attendance were little girls. See, my sister-in-law had 5 boys. All 5 boys have nothing but girls. Funny huh? I think there’s probably close to a dozen of them. Anyway, Bill said it was the most precious thing he’d ever seen and all those little girls “are so frickin’ cute!” Yes, BILL said that. Several times! Even after almost 25 years, he still surprises me sometimes.
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