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Wednesday, November 16, 2011

I Wonder Why? - Part II

This post may be a bit beneath me, I hate celebrity gossip. Every time I get sucked into looking at one of those glossy magazines, with beautiful people that I don't know at all I feel a bit dirty. A bit voyueristic. Like I'm looking through a peep hole in some seedy hotel. I don't know these people, I have no business looking at their lives.
But it's hard to avoid when the news media seems to shove these people down our throats.

So here's something that has bothered me for awhile. I wish people would stop criticizing Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie for having so many children. It makes me sad that so many people feel they would have to be absolutely insane to have so many children.

There was a time and a place where the more children you had the more blessed you were. There was a time and a place where having children raised your status in society. There still is such a place. To become a grandparent in Africa is still a thing of great pride. One of the highest places in society that you can achieve. I know that in America grandparents are proud. I am approached by them all the time. It seems, though, for so many there is a hesitancy to become a parent.

That you won't be cool anymore.
That you won't be able to do the things you like to do anymore.
That you won't be thin anymore.
I could go on.

I struggled with this for a lot of years. I used to think that children had 'I will change your life' tattooed across their forehead. And not for the better. Now this fear largely kept me from getting pregnant before I was married and ready, so that's good. I just wish that friends that I know would make great parents weren't struggling with it as well.

We have changed so much as a culture that we value the ability to go skiing whenever we want over the life of a person. Because that is what they are, little people.

In those moments when I wish that I was back at work I think about that. That most of all I value people. The reason I make art is to bring joy to people. The reason I write is to share with people. The reason I've taken jobs in social services is to help people. That here she is, a person. I have been entrusted with the health and care of a human being. That's pretty important.

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