God’s greatest blessing; gift of children.
Too many times I’d left him reaching for me, from a babysitter’s arms. “Am I still a mother?” I asked myself… What parts of the day could I cut out and still give him enough? Paul never asked himself that. He thought he was a great dad.
The disgraced Usurer Yankel D took the baby girl home that evening… He made a bed of crumpled newspaper in a deep baking pan and gently tucked it in the oven, so that she wouldn’t be disturbed by the noise of the small falls outside… When he pulled her out to feed her or just hold her, her body was tattooed with the newsprint… Sometimes he would rock her to sleep in his arms, and read her left to right, and know everything he needed to know about the world. If it wasn’t written on her, it wasn’t important to him.
Children are God’s or nature’s practical joke on couples-that which is produced by passion then proceeds to nearly kill it.
I finally made friends with my father when I entered my twenties. We had so little in common when I was a boy, and I am certain I had been a disappointment to him. He did not ask for a child with a book of its own world. He wanted a son who did what he had done: swam and boxed and played rugby, and drove cars at speed with abandon and joy, but that was not what he had wound up with.
I don’t want to sew.
How else will the buttons get onto the coat?
Our children cannot be assumed to follow in our footsteps, assuage our losses, or compensate for our inadequacies.
The biggest insult to any parent is a child that lives up to society standards and not his or her full potential.
I love you. I love you both so much.”
“To the moon and back?” Alice asked.
“Oh my God,” Georgie said, “so much farther.
You wanted hatchlings.