Ok you've worked hard in your youth to:
look good,
achieve good,
in order to find a good mate,
then mate.
look good,
achieve good,
in order to find a good mate,
then mate.
And then, yes then you are able to be satisfied as a producing human being. Taking one for the homosapiens by spawning more dawnings of dreary eyes.
Suddenly your own dreary eyes are greeted by new ones: there is a tiny little podgy morsel waa-ing in a hospital crib and your world is revamped.
Like at first this is sheer blue sky to your clouded existence.
It unites everyone; it give you purpose; it's so helpless...and red. And cute, podgy, and cute!
It unites everyone; it give you purpose; it's so helpless...and red. And cute, podgy, and cute!
And then, yes then...
Come those silly green tubes you have to maneuver formula through to pump life into this morsel.
A vampirous exchange of energy - your kids for yours.
A vampirous exchange of energy - your kids for yours.
Then comes the diaper bag jigsaw puzzle, shoving everything in there that may solve a puzzle at a later stage. You're late...a lot. No free time. No. Free. Time.
Suddenly a drive alone is a miracle and you remember you are still young. The music that amped you up as a kid is now a tribute to a time when life was free-er.
Depressing?>
Maybe a bit. After all, there is such a thing as morsel blues and post-morsel depression. But I say, and once more I say it, BUT:
Then comes the renewed perspective on everything, yes everything!
Then comes the humility, the patience (which isn't much fun earning but well worth having), the one-toothed smiles that melt your heart, the first time your child learns something that you taught them!
And then, yes then
You realize that they have been teaching you all along.
