Inspired by recently buying a cajon, and my husband immediately buying another for additional living room seating because he loved it.
Inspired by recently buying a cajon, and my husband immediately buying another for additional living room seating because he loved it.
People like you are so strange to me it’s like watching the birth of a child is some traumatic brain injury that changes you forever.
Not a traumatic brain injury…
It’s a change in perspective. It’s hard to explain without referencing the experience itself.
It’s like spending your whole life at the bottom of a valley. You have everything you need. Your life is whole. And then someone takes you to the top of a mountain and you can see a million valleys and a million mountains and an endless sky. Your valley is the same, it hasn’t changed, but suddenly everything is different. Your life is still whole, but that means something else, now.
That doesn’t do it justice, but hopefully you get the picture…
No my friend, it is that you cannot fathom me comprehending parenthood without experiencing it first-hand.
You might as well go one step further and tell yourself you will never understand what it is like to be a parent because you haven’t experienced raising every single child ever born.
The horizon above the mountains is endless beyond your limited sight and sanctimonious wisdom.