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This is Surprising About Having Children
I was recently asked: "What about having children was something you did not expect?" It was a good question. I had to think for a bit. Many things were just as expected: The joy of seeing your children run towards you, the tiredness you feel from never ever getting to sleep enough, the 1000s of photos (10,000s?) on my hard drive of every single cute thing they do, feeling conflicted when I leave the house without them, singing my childhood songs with them. But what was a surprise? After wading through my sleep deprived and sluggish mind, I found a recurring surprise in relation to my oldest child, a talkative five year old (I hear they all are talkatives). The frequency of which she thinks and talks about the miracle of her being my child is a surprise. How many times she asks: "was I really in your tummy?" or exclaims "min mamma", "my mommy" with an emphasis on our bond. I think I had somehow expected that my child would take her being alive, her coming from my tummy, her being our