Today feels like a day for compassion. Hence the devotion to Kuan Yin. I have a permanent altar set up to her on my bookcase.
I was sick last night and into today – I slept for about 14 hours last night, interrupted briefly by the cat being a dick, and having to get up to call my boss and let her know that I would not be in today. I just ached and ached – like I had fallen or was hit by a truck. All this was compounded by a massive migraine. It sucked.
I felt much better toward the end of the afternoon. Maybe it was just a mild bug.
I then made a trip out to the hospital to visit two of my friends who just gave birth to a healthy baby boy this afternoon. I am very pleased for them – they seem a might bewildered by this tiny thing they created (in a good way), but very happy. It’s good – they deserve it. Their baby is very cute.
Still doesn’t make me want children, but I love watching other people with theirs, and playing with kids. I want to be the cool, kooky auntie, but I doubt I’ll be an auntie within the next 10 years, as my dear sister only turns 18 in February.
As I explained to someone else in a comment earlier this weekend, I fully support the right for people to have children – I think it’s great if you want kids. But I started babysitting when I was 11, and partially raised 12 children (as I am the eldest of 15 grandchildren) as I spent every weekend and every summer babysitting until I moved to Halifax (I have +5 immunity to baby poo). I have 16 years experience dealing with children, from newborns to teens. I love babysitting, but I don’t think I could handle my own wee sprogs. I’m content lending a hand now and then, but in no way do I want to subject myself to the pain of childbirth, nor the responsibility of bringing new life into an already overpopulated world when I don’t want to. I plan on getting sterilized when I turn 30. I highly respect my friends, who have made the informed decision to raise a child, and I have the highest confidence that they are going to be (if they aren’t already) fantastic parents.
Like I said – if you want a few, great. Fill yer boots. The world needs more smart, creative people having babies. Love ‘em like crazy. I love babies.
Just don’t have 10.
This will be my last ‘photos for the holidays’ entry. I may pick up something else along the way, but school starts again tomorrow (well, Tuesday for me) and I’m going to be fully immersed in quite a few things for the next number of months.
But oh, will I still write. 
