Parenthood

6/27/14

Being a mom or a dad changes a person.  That is what I believe.  I never knew that I would care so much about someone else, that I would worry about them when they run a fever, that I would be so very proud when they are able to spell "garden" for the first time, that I would plan a vacation to maximize their happiness with playmates, parks, beaches, vacation rental with a big back yard.

I know the world is full of diversity.  I try to accept people as they are.  I try not to judge.

But how does one not judge the parents who hurt their own flesh and blood?  How does one seek to be compassionate towards people who murder their own family?  How does one understand the people or system (or the need of a system) to stand between those who want a good home for their kids and those who want to give kids a good home?

Sorry, but my acceptance of people who think differently can only go so far.

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Update 7/9/14

Sometimes things happen that shake your believe in humanity.  I wish the police were wrong about the dad who left his 22-month old in his car.  The poor child.  How he must have suffered being tied up in the car seat in a hot car, wondering about his parents...  Why do people do these things?