Tengo una sensación rarísima.
Como si me hubieran sacado un pedazo mío de adentro.
Un vacío.
Todavía no sé cómo explicarlo. O así se siente la palabra desolación.
Take your babies everywhere. Restaurants, errands. Anywhere. Try not to stress if they cry, laugh loud, or babble. That’s what babies do. My son goes wherever I go. I’m not raising him to be silent in public. If people stare or get annoyed, they better stay in their lane.
Your baby belongs in the world just like anyone else. Normalize babies in public spaces. You're not a bother you’re parenting.
I don’t give a FUCK about anyone’s opinion on immigration at this point. THIS IS INHUMANE. THIS IS WRONG. PERIOD. THERE IS NOTHING ANYONE CAN SAY TO JUSTIFY THIS TREATMENT. THESE ARE HUMAN BEINGS. THEIR LIVES MATTER. Fuck ANYONE who supports this.
Sometimes I look at my child and realize… 🥹
I’m raising someone’s future best friend, someone’s future partner, someone who will walk through this world long after I’m gone. 🌍❤️
So every hug 🤗 every lesson 📖 every “I love you” 💕 matters more than I can explain.
Because one day my child won’t remember every toy I bought 🎁… but they will remember how deeply they were loved. 🫶🏽✨