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How I will raise my children;

I will not tell my husband ‘I hope it’s a boy/girl’
I will tell him I hope it’s healthy
I will not name them some normal run of the mill name,
I will name them something special, historical and rare.
I will not pierce my baby’s ears,
Because it’s her body and it should be her choice.
I will raise them among animals
So they will never be scared of them,
And they will understand the meaning of unconditional love.
I will not teach them that eggs can only be eaten for breakfast,
I will not shove my traditions down their throats
Or ship them off to catholic school
They can make their own decisions about god and religion when they’re old enough.
I will not send them to private school,
Because come on,
Private school isn’t real life.
Or make them stay in and do homework when it’s sunny and beautiful out.
I will not read my children bedtime stories that end happily ever after,
Because I want them to be prepared for when life takes them and shoves their faces into the dirt.
I will not tell my daughter that she needs a charming handsome prince to save her
And I will teach them to stand up to bullies
Even if the bully is one of their teachers.
I will teach them that there is always a reason why people do things
Nobody is soley bad.
I will not judge my daughter
If she starts wearing too much makeup
I will not call her a whore
If I find out she lost her virginty at 15
Or is in love with a boy three years older
I will not tell my daughter every time she goes out ‘don’t get make raped’
I will tell my son instead ‘don’t rape’
I won’t get mad if he comes stumbling home drunk at 2am because it took that much longer to walk home than drive
Because at least he’s safe
And made a good decision
And your teenage years are for making mistakes and making memories
But I will slap him the minute I hear him talking shit about a girl’s body with his buddies
Telling them that she’s too fat
Or her tits are too small.
I will not tell them I expect grandchildren,
I will tell them I will accept anyone they decide to bring home
As long as they are kind and make you happy it doesn’t really matter
Does it?
It doesn’t.
I really wish I didn’t have to write this,
I wish this was the kind of world where this would be ordinary and common
Accepting and respecting and supporting your children.
But surprisingly,
It’s really rare
And you wonder why there are so many fucked up twisted broken people in this world.
Why did hitler do what he did?
Start by asking Hitler’s dad why he laughed at his art and you’ll have your answer.


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