I’ll never forget a friend hosting a 1st birthday party for her son. She had sangria, wine, beer and sodas for everyone. I wish I had done my child’s first birthday that way.
When my daughter was about 3, she came home after visiting her great-grandmother (who has arthritis in her hands) and when she couldn’t get the (locked) door open, she said, “My hands just don’t work like they used to!”
I usually see it the other way around – childless pet owners considering their pets their children and equal to a human child, and dismissing how parents feel differently about children.
Her questions remind me of the dating website I used to meet my husband. I wasn’t matched up to people who had similar music tastes and food preferences, I was matched up to people whose personal values and personality aligned with mine.
I feel this in my bones. I couldn’t wait to grow up.