There’s comfort as I bathe in your loyalty. I can count on your faithfulness to the script we are writing. This love story of commitment and devotion is like none other. I adore your dedication to our cause. I can depend on you, my reliable partner. You’ve been steady, for the most part. True to me, for the most part. A constant when the world wasn’t. My staunch champion, solidly there for me. I think you can be trusted.
Looking at the world around me, I see a tremendous amount of beauty, but woven into the fabric of living is much that is distressing. The sadness and cruelty that falls upon the young ones, the vulnerable, and the innocent ones is heartbreaking, and worse some of us humans don’t even care that it happens. What is wrong with our world?
Children didn’t ask to be born. They are entitled to have parents who are loving, nurturing, kind, and not dysfunctional. Many days and nights, even doing the best that I could be as a parent, have left me with guilt-induced sadness. I know that I didn’t live up to what I thought should be great parenting; I made many mistakes.
As adults, we have a responsibility to provide the next generation hope their lives will bear fruit in a world that is notoriously treacherous to navigate to begin with. They deserve only the best. If all babies were born wanted, loved, and raised appropriately, future generations would thrive. Maybe. I hope.
It’s not the thing that is romantic or just filled with sexual tension; it’s when our bodies, minds, and instincts agree—there’s something substantive and wonderful there.It’s worth pursuing and preserving.