I think the hardest part of raising kids would have to be other people's kids.
I feel like I'd do a good job with my own. I'd respect them and communicate well. I would tell them that I love them all the time. I would also allow them to be whatever it is that they wanted to be. As long as they were good people, of course.
But you can't control how other kids are raised. You can't stop all that misinformation, all that negativity and cruelty.
No matter how hard I try to make my daughter okay with her body and sexuality, there will always be other daughters to fat shame her and call her a slut.
No matter what I do to raise my son to be a good and respectful man who can be in touch with his emotions, he will always encounter other sons who fight, who rape, who are so afraid of showing weakness that the treat the world like a war.
How can you prepare your kids for those other kids?
God knows you can't cut them off from the world.
I guess I still don't have to worry about that.
My love is still unknown to me.
No family in sight.
6:36 p.m. - 2015-10-01
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