I'M NOT talking about cholesterol here or being a couch potato.
It has lately occurred to me *again* of the dangers of love and caring.
Elizabeth Stone said, "Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body."
And just when I've finally gotten used to my children out there in the world driving to and fro, flying to and fro, loving to and fro -- then *they* go and have children and I've got to get used to the fact that something bad could happen to the ones they love and how would a mother ever fix that?
It's not like a sore throat where medicine and soothing drinks and Popsicles will help. Not anything like a fever where a couple of aspirin and cool washcloths will suffice.
So the grandchildren get older and they've made it through all those stages where they just might be OK, and then they go and have children.
I will tell you something: Don't ever start thinking of bad things happening. If you want to take your mind off these things, imagine a baby straining its teeny tiny sweet kissable neck to lift its head and aim a mouth in the direction of food. Imagine itsy bitsy fingernails, about as big as the tip of a ballpoint pen, but perfect in every detail.
Cradle a little foot in your hand and think ahead 10 years. Better make plans to get up off the couch and improve your diet so you can keep up with him then - femminismo