🌹🤎Being a mother is not easy.
It is not at all.
We are imperfect,
perpetually judged by the world,
constantly under scrutiny and rarely promoted.
But, for those who decide to become one,
it is the most beautiful adventure to live.
We do our best, believe us.
Especially when we decide not to cancel ourselves as women.
I am mom.
I chose to be.
I am grateful to life for this immense gift.
And other mothers,
for me,
are not enemies.
I'm not to be judged,
even when I don't understand them.
Because I believe that when there is love...
true,
pure,
clear,
colored with good...
everything can become right,
even the mistakes made by trying to give the best.
But then I read about people who killed their children by premeditating their death as if it were the most natural thing in this world.
Some justify them by speaking of mental illness,
of insanity.
Some blame everyone and everything because they didn't see,
they didn't hear,
they didn't understand.
And sure,
all of this may be true.
But I believe that,
even if it hurts to admit it,
there is a feeling in the world that has no justification:
wickedness.
Yes,
some human beings are bad.
Bad and proud of it.
And I don't know how to forgive them.
I don't know how to justify them.
I don't want to understand them.
Having children is not an obligation
Having children is a choice, which does not make us better or worse,
but which makes us responsible for the psychophysical health and happiness of another human being forever.
Adults have the power and the right to choose.
But children have the sacrosanct and inviolable right to be loved and to grow up by eternally trusting the arms that welcomed them...
🤎💖💗💕💓💘💞💝
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