I’m beginning to perceive motherhood as a long, slow letting go, of which birth is just the first step.
There are many things the Chinese do differently from Westerners. There’s the question of extra credit, for example. One time, Lulu came home and told me about a math test she’d just taken. She said she thought it had gone extremely well, which is why she didn’t feel the need to do the extra-credit problems.
I was speechless for a second, uncomprehending. “Why not?
What the world really needs is courageous parenting from mothers and fathers who are not afraid to speak up and take a stand.
Adoption is a beautiful, burdensome blessing.
And if you don’t let a boy become a man, it’s no one’s fault but your own when you’re still wiping his ass when he should be making you grandchildren.
No occupation in this world is more trying to soul and body than the care of young children. What patience and wisdom, skill and unlimited love it calls for. God gave the work to mothers and furnished them for it, and they cannot shirk it and be guiltless.
There is hope in the challenge.
Raise your children with right values and education. You may end up living frugal but you will die rich; else you will live rich but die poor.
Having a kid is like an industrial revolution of the emotions. Suddenly you can mass produce worry, and guilt.
Having kids means taking care of them, raising them, loving and supporting them, and none of those things have anything to do with who makes them one night in the bedroom or the experience of being pregnant