Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there–on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space
Below is a picture of my dad and I in 1969. That’s when I had my time to be an infant. We all get ours. When I met my wife she had a 4 year old, who I later adopted. The judge told me I had all the rights and responsibilities of a natural father. That was cool. I never imagined a judge would say that.
My two girls came later. I watched them both come out. It was bloody and amazing. At the time I didn’t know it but I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful in all my life. Raising kids is fun but there is nothing really comparable to those infant years.
The injuries and doctor visits are the most heart testing. I remember Bella hit her head on a window sill corner. We were so worried. She was fine, a little butterfly bandage fixed it up. I remember lots of late night vomiting with all my kids at different times with the flu. You just don’t know what to do for the little guys. That is a tough night, if you’ve done it well you know.
The diapers, the dressing, the fits, the cooing. Infants are amazing but they really do take years off your life. In a way they are made out of rubber and bounce back easily from falling. In another way they are so delicate, so fragile, you never want to leave them alone.
I… I’ve got something in my eye…
Fuck, me too…
You know what? This fucking hits home hard.
I got “Freedom Isn’t Free” tattooed on me because I believe, whole heartedly, that freedom comes from sacrifice and strife.
This woman demonstrates that in just a few short minutes.
Take some time out of your day, and help someone out.
You never know who might need that piece of chocolate.
Oh, my God in Heaven…