I just finished Netflix’s new series, 13 Reasons Why, and I’m feeling inspired but also incredibly saddened. A couple of years ago (May of 2015, to be exact), I witnessed a man attempt suicide. How’s that for an opening? The year before, I was depressed and had thoughts of suicide myself. Going even farther back, in 2010, […]
I’ve learned that I need to be more like Ellie. She might get a little impatient with her meals, but she knows I’m going to provide them. She crawls to me when she’s hurt because she knows I’ll take care of her. She wants nothing more than to be with me simply because she loves me.
Forcing pieces to fit never made a pretty puzzle and relationships, I’ve found, are the same way.
Nothing else I do in life will ever be as meaningful as caring for and raising my tiny human, and I think that has finally started to sink in with me.
I don’t know many people who are able to say that they even speak to their childhood best friends, but I’m blessed enough that our kids adore each other and will grow up together.
I don’t want her to live a life full of fear, sorrow, and suffering. I want the world to be a better place for her, one that allows me to sleep at night knowing that she’s safe. My only hope is to raise a child who is genuinely good, who not only cares about the world around her, but does something to change it for the better.
the fact that everything was new wasn’t even the most appealing part of this blossoming relationship, it’s that it all felt old like the perfectly worn in sweatshirt we all reach for on lazy Saturdays. And I knew.