So I went to NC for the holidays with one of my good friends and and her family. Going, it was a 10 hour drive. Coming back, it was a 12 hour drive (I drove 176 miles!! haha) They were very hospitable and I had a good time. Food, shopping, HGTV; what more could a girl ask for? But the highlight of the trip for me (besides the awesome food) was my friend’s 19 month old niece.
‘E’ was just what all babies are to me, absolutely adorable and just a ball of love. Although at times she cried, and she pooped a lot, and told me “no” a lot, and sometimes she rose that left hand to hit, she was a joy to be around. But this little girl got me thinking about my own want for kids.
When I was younger I wanted five kids. Of course those were in my premenstrual years when I didn’t know what having even one child meant. I didn’t understand the way the woman’s body worked to nurture this fetus. I didn’t understand the way a mother worked to nurture her child. And as I became to understand it, the number lessened, until I wasn’t sure that I wanted to have even one child. My vanity and my fear took hold of me for a while. But this weekend, as I admired this child, I came to realize that to not have at least one child of my own, would be depriving myself of a love that I can only imagine until experienced.
Now of course, one may think I’m am totally looking at the situation with rose colored glasses, and maybe I am, but this is one woman who believes in the purity and the gift of a child.
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