We are driving to IKEA and I’m completely focused on rush hour traffic. The Child fiddles with the radio and then gives up; no station is playing the song she wants to hear just at that moment, so she shuts it off.
After a while, she says: I’m glad you didn’t have his baby.
I wait, but she says nothing further, so I inquire, Why is that?
Because you would not have loved me as much anymore. He would not have let you. And that baby would have been the reason.
I want to tell her she is wrong, but I can’t.
And THAT is tragic proof of how much kids perceive and how wise they are.
Hugs to you both.
Jesse
Child is very, very perceptive. You’ve been spared. Hugs to both of you.