Cartoon test tube babies ‘totally awesome’
I can’t help but wonder how many other children out there don’t want to be part of this experience.
It’s so simple, so straightforward, so wonderful.
And yet, I still feel a little uneasy.
The kids are so easy to hold, yet so challenging.
They’re so easy on their feet, yet they’re so hard on their heads.
They’ve got their hands all over you, yet their eyes never leave your face.
The adults don’t always know what to say to them, nor do they always understand how to respond.
They have no idea how to make them feel welcome.
So how do they know how to feel welcome?
How do they teach them?
I don’t have a good answer for that, but I know what I do.
I teach kids about compassion, kindness, patience, and love.
It takes a lot of work, and I know that sometimes you can’t tell if the parents are understanding.
But I do know this: Children need to be taught that their love is bigger than themselves, that they matter, that it’s ok to be a little selfish.
And I teach them to love themselves, too.
I also teach kids to look at themselves and their friends in a new way, to appreciate their accomplishments, to make their dreams a reality.
I want my children to see themselves in the mirror, and to know that they are worth it.
I tell them that the only thing you can control is your own imagination, and that you can do whatever you want with that.
In other words, I teach my children not to be afraid to be different, not to hide who they are, and not to think that their talents, their dreams, or their strengths will make them special.
I don’t know if I can be that parent.
I’m a teacher who has taught for 20 years, and a parent who has raised eight kids.
I am a parent whose love is unconditional, who believes in unconditional love.
I was raised by a woman who taught me the importance of respect.
I have taught my children how to be kind, how to love, how not to judge.
I believe that all children deserve a chance to be loved, and my children deserve that chance.
But what I don, is I don “do” my kids.
In fact, I don-and I think this is what makes me so sad.
I love my children.
I adore them.
I care for them and protect them and support them and help them through this process of discovery and growth.
I’ve learned from them.
And in some ways, I’ve given them everything I’ve ever wanted and more.
They are amazing.
I feel so grateful for them.
But they are so much more than that.
I need to do more to help them.