I have (had- grew up) 3. They are cute - its a natural defense mechanism so we don’t throw them in the bin when they are up at 3am for the 22nd night in a row.
it kind of is, but its instinctual. you suddenly see your own childhood reflected from a new parental perspective, and you suddenly understand countless things you never did. you see yourself as part of a chain of parent/child stretching back a billion years… you see unspeakable purpose in protecting and nurturing and loving and raising this floppy lump of screaming snot into a future lovable thing. they look like you, with the most innocent eyes, and they can not quite hold up their own head.
Everyone keeps telling me “you’ll understand when you’ve got one”
I’m thinking that’s a pretty irresponsible gamble
I have one. It’s a fucking lie.
I have (had- grew up) 3. They are cute - its a natural defense mechanism so we don’t throw them in the bin when they are up at 3am for the 22nd night in a row.
Sounds a bit like Stockholm Syndrome.
it kind of is, but its instinctual. you suddenly see your own childhood reflected from a new parental perspective, and you suddenly understand countless things you never did. you see yourself as part of a chain of parent/child stretching back a billion years… you see unspeakable purpose in protecting and nurturing and loving and raising this floppy lump of screaming snot into a future lovable thing. they look like you, with the most innocent eyes, and they can not quite hold up their own head.