The Consequence of Bearing Children
See these adorable children? Yes, those are MY adorable children. The ones that I carried in my belly for 9 months each, labored to deliver into this world, and spend a majority of my time providing food, clothing and shelter for. During my waking hours, I'm either taking care of them, or thinking about how to take care of them. When I'm sleeping I dream about them, either replaying wonderful memories with them, or dreaming horrible nightmares about some potential parenting failure. I constantly worry about whether I'm being a good mom, feeding them the right things, or disciplining them enough (or too much). Do they have enough stimulating activities? Am I reading enough books? Should we spend more time outside so they don't have a vitamin D deficiency? Do they watch too much TV? Do they get enough sleep? Why can't I get them to eat more vegetables? Am I teaching them enough? I've come a long way in my role as a parent. I have accepted the fact that my ...