Brown Eyed Girl

Most of the time I am terrified of having children.

I didn't really have what one would call the ideal mom... She was a hippie, and if by was - you read - still is, then we're on the same page.

I am just not sure what I would do with kids, my mom was kind of the hands off type, so I always think - what would I do with one of those and would I destroy them?

But then, when I am with them, and they look up at me with these eyes... All I can think is what a gift. What a precious face. What innocence and hope.

I am so thankful for their little souls, for their joy, for their exuberance, for their resilience, and I am so thankful that I can probably learn more from them than they can ever learn from me.