Imagine That
Being a parent. I thought this position would somehow offer me a constant in a world of change. I thought that I would always feel love for another human being. I thought I would always be willing to happily forgo my needs and desires for the purpose of another. I was wrong. Imagine my surprise, right on the delivery table, when my child cried, and I felt mortified, helpless, and scared. Right away there was something different. I was responsible for another human being. I was no longer an issue (or so I thought), and my life was null & void. I was comitted, and to place this little one's every need above my own, without complaint, or so much as a mention of anything in regards to myself. I guess I must have had my ideals set to "Stepford" mode.... because within the next 5 years I figured out the truth behind all that idealistic mumbo-jumbo. Day after day I was tested, again, and again, and again. The only thing that was constant were my tears, my failure, an