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"In general, we are terrible people with deplorable habits, questionable tastes, and the vocabularies of pubescent girls. Are we even worthy of having a child?" |
Then, I got to thinking: late-night snacking on blocks of cheese and a weakness for Manwiches weren't all we had to reassess. The F-bomb (in both expletive and gastrointestinal forms) is like a barrage of machine-gun fire at our house, and snarky remarks aren't limited to the ones we make while watching VH1's Rock of Love or America's Next Top Model. In general, we are terrible people with deplorable habits, questionable tastes, and the vocabularies of pubescent girls. Are we ready or even worthy of having a child? I like to think that Michael brings out a better version of me: more patient, more kind, and more forgiving. I'm hoping that the child we're working on having, and the anticipation of his or her arrival, will bring out the best version of us--whatever that might be.





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