Shameful confession: I am pre-writing these posts as I have time. I just realized I wrote 2 of the titles “fear replacing gratitude”… freudian? I hope not.
But I digress.
Sometimes people think I love babies and that’s why I do my job.
I have a healthy respect for babies, and the inner turmoil they can unleash on a perfectly normal life.
And that is all.
I love my own children, but it takes a few days for the love to really kick in. Frankly, for the first couple weeks of P’s life I may have loved her clothes more then her. And there’s nothing wrong with that. I adore my little kitty kat now. 🙂
But I do see a lot of babies. And I see a lot of loving parents who are going to be amazing with this new little life. And sadly, I see a fair number of people who should’ve had a big rubber stamp on their head “do not reproduce”.
But the babies go home with them (well, most the time they do). And their life starts together, and the fact that thousands of people every day are willing to have a little baby gives me hope in the world. They have lots of other options to do with their life, and yet they’d like to bring a little someone into this world who will hopefully make it a little better.
The very fact that people are willing to give up their own life for someone else makes me know this world is a pretty good place. Hats off to all the parents out there!