Tuesday, November 9, 2010
30 Days of Truth: Day Twenty Eight
You're kidding me, right? You're not kidding. Next time I'm writing my own thirty days of questions...
Let me just say, that if I were to become pregnant now, there would likely be a new star in the East and the medical community would be talking miracles. Giving birth, much less being pregnant, has never been in the cards for me.
And that's okay!
Even though there was a time when I wanted to have children, it was more because it was the next indicated thing rather than me really, truly wanting to be a mother. There's a streak of selfishness in me that makes me love my autonomy. I've been able to pick up and move and live where I wanted to live without considering the impact on children. I've been able to explore relationships (lets face it, not all of them good) without worrying that my children would be hurt in the process. If I'd had children with my ex, would I have had the chutzpah to leave? Probably not. I would have wallowed in my misery for the sake of family. Without children I've been able to travel and have the "hobbies" I've wanted to have. I haven't had to worry that my inherent lack of patience completely wrecked a young life. Thank all the gods.
That wasn't the question though, was it.
What would I do? There is no question that I would birth and keep the child.
I would love fiercely. I would nurture. I would play. I would sing. I would feed. I would clothe. I would read. I would hug. I would kiss. I would cook. I would dance. I would talk. I would listen.
I would teach respect, especially self-respect. I would teach tolerance. I would teach the difference between passivity and acceptance. I would teach the difference between hope and expectation. I would teach that imagination is the greatest toy in the world. I would teach that wisdom is better than intelligence. I would teach that humor is an asset.
I would bleed myself dry if necessary.
Posted by Barb Black at 6:07:00 AM