I love them like a woman who has lost ha-damn mind. I do nothing without considering the impact my children will feel. I am careful in my interactions with them to communicate my love and respect for them. When I don’t I am (usually) quick to apologize – not because I want to be in their good graces (children have nothing but good graces for their parents at this age), but because the thought of them hurting makes my stomach sick. I am compelled to care and act in their best interest. These are all very normal Parent feelings and granted, hormones are mostly on my side when it comes…
A fundamentalist turned freedom chaser with an obnoxiously stubborn faith.