Friday, May 22, 2015
The truth about kids.
The problem is that by the time I get to the point where I want to have kids with someone else, I'm going to be pretty old to be bearing children. I think at this point, I would already be considered high risk. I don't really want to be 60 at my kid's graduation, but I don't want to die alone even more. I can't bear the thought of never becoming a mother. So much so that the very prospect brings me to tears on a daily basis.
I try to think of it as "if it happens, it happens", put the good vibes out into the universe, and hope it'll all work out the way I want it to... but nothing ever does. I suppose it'll all work out the way it's supposed to in the end. ROMANS 8:28. Let go and let God.