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| Not that SUPERNATURAL.... |
Adulthood means
absolutely nothing until you become a parent. Until then we are childlike still
self absorbed, narcissistic and selfish with our heads up our rear ends. True
maturity begins when you bring something living into this world. Not your
creation but Gods’. You count for very little until you can feel the very livelihood
of another human as being dependent on your own, until you can be last or even
skip a turn purely for the joy of your own. There lies the factual challenge.
Getting Parenthood
right however is an entire book plus three sequels or so I have heard.
I wouldn’t know of
course, I am yet to qualify for this heavenly responsibility. This is purely
from observation and the accounts of well matured parents, my own included.
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| My Claim to PARENTHOOD |
I can relate in
that when I think about my niece and nephews; I may have not been pregnant with
either of them but to my credit have watched them grow, changed their nuclear
bomb like nappies, read them their most favourite and yet painfully tedious
bedtime stories, fed them mush and wiped it off me once they have regurgitated
it onto my favourite t-shirts, the works.
