Forget the emotional attachment. Forget the fact that an alive human squished out of your body. Even forget those heart stopping moments of pure unabashed love. Sometimes having a kid comes down to the basics -- like literally just keeping them alive. And we don't really appreciate the fact that when it all boils down, that is really what our job as parents is. Let's change that:
Has your kid not reached that milestone all his peers have? Fuck it, you've kept him alive! And that's pretty amazing.
Did your child cry today? Are they still alive? Way to go mama! You did your job!
Did you child spit out or throw every morsel of food you gave them? He's still alive isn't he? Job done!
