My child was not only carried by me, but by the universe.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
There are certain realities we must speak of with our children that were not present when I was a child.
Having a baby dragged me, kicking and screaming, from the world of self-absorption.
Even as a child, I found a way to survive.
I expected it to be overwhelming and all-encompassing, but having a kid brings you into the world in a whole different way.
Being an only child, my mother reared me very carefully.
I think that all of us either lose touch with the child inside us or try and hold onto it because it so precious to us and it's such an extraordinary part of our lives.
The fundamental job of a toddler is to rule the universe.
When it comes down to it, I believe that, having made the decision to bring children into the world, I owe it to them to be as present as I can in their daily lives and to try my best to stay alive until they've made it through to adulthood.
My mother was the favorite child of her parents. My father was the favorite child of his parents. The result of these two favorite children was me. And I am an only child. So I was convinced that I was the center of the universe.
There is no child left within me, none whatsoever.