There is obviously a selfish spontaneity to a life without a kid. Last-minute vacations, fancy furniture you don't mind ruining, and extra money to buy vintage YSL without having to worry about baby vom or the harsh reality that you never go out anymore. It means no stretch marks or awful nursing bras.
But then again, they miss out on something pretty huge. Humans who never become parents will never experience the sweetest part of the universe. That tiny little planet that closes in around you at night in a warm bed with a sleepy baby cuddled up in your arms. Not just any baby, my baby. My own flesh and blood, right after her bath. Her hair smells like heaven and she is so gentle, so pure. Nothing else can come even remotely close to having my little girl's breath on my face as I just let the rest of the world melt away.

from The Three Ages of Woman by Gustav Klimt
1 comment:
amen sista.
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