Looking around, I can see that this having kids thing is pretty much a crapshoot. It hardly ever goes as planned. My hat is off to any and all parents who have had the strength to make the kind of sacrifices that parenthood requires.
So, at this stage of life with a more realistic view, it’s easier to be at peace with the fact that I didn’t have children.
Most of the time.
But wandering around San Francisco the other day I was hit hard with a “wish I’d had kids” pang. And I wish I’d kids for…
It’s not necessarily for the kids, because kids are a huge responsibility. A lifetime responsibility.
No. I wish I’d had kids for the ability to buy adorable little sparkly dresses for little girls. Like this one.
Or beautiful florals like this, which would make such a cute Easter dress for a little girl. Isn’t this just the most adorable frock? I wish I could wear it, myself!
Am I shallow? Maybe.
I’m not leaving boys out. I’d buy this–it’s colorful and fun and not too foppish for a little boy. Pair it with some navy blue shorts or pants–I love it.
An adorable striped set for a boy. I would dress a grandson in this, for sure.
This one has a distinctly retro feel, like I might have even worn it in my 1950s childhood.
So, to my nephews: “Get on the stick, boys! I need some greats!”
I have no question for you today, but I’d love to know what this post brings to mind for you. Yes, consider this a writing prompt.