In the past two days, more baby talk has come up than you’d ever imagine.
First, Lindsay. She’s pregnant. Yes, I know! My own niece having a baby before me. Unbelievable, but amazingly exciting. It seems hard to grasp at first, that she is so young (18 is young to me), but I know, and everyone else knows too, that she is going to be a great mother. She has a lot of support and her baby is going to have plenty of cousins to keep him or her busy and happy.
Then I was reading the blog of a beautiful woman who has inspired me in many ways, and she and her husband are adopting a baby. They have been trying for their own for quite some time, but without success, they are adopting. Her writing of meeting the adopt-er parents literally brought me to tears. I think that it’s a big step: adoption. For all involved. There are many ways that adoption reminds me of a marriage. You are combining families. Even if they don’t stay in touch and never see each other again, at the wedding, they are all one family. It’s a beautiful thing. I know that this couple is giving her and her husband something, someone, that they will never be able to thank them for enough.
On CareCure, a spinal cord injury site I frequent, a thread was posted about the desire to have children. I know that an injury such as mine is such a life-changing and devastating thing to most who experience it, that if they haven’t had children, they seriously question whether they should. I am NOT one of those people. I am not going to give up the dream that I have of my own children, and I am not going to feel guilty about wanting them either. I think that some view it as somehow depriving a child of a normal life if one parent (or maybe in some cases, both) is disabled, liking cheating them of normalcy. This injury won’t ruin their lives because I haven’t let it ruin mine. I can have kids, and I plan on it. They are gonna be beautiful little squirts too. Hah.
All this baby talk doesn’t have me ready though, that’s for sure. At this very point in my life, I can’t imagine having one. I have a lot to do before that point comes, and when it does, then I’ll be ready. I’m not worrying until then.
And I’ll continue to spoil everyone else’s.
