Family, true family, is who you choose to let into your life. True family shouldn't be about a matter of blood or words on a page. You should feel people are members of your family in your heart. I can barely stand the people who share the same genetic code with me, but I consider my roomie as my sister.
I can't have children. Which is fine as I don't really want children, not the way the country is going. (And according to some Mayan prophesies, 2/3rd of the population will be dead after 2012 anyway—not that I believe in the prophesies...) But if I did want rug rats, and I guess I might if I met the right person, I think I would adopt.
It wouldn't make me love or defend the child any less. If I were a mother, I would be a very, very devoted mother. I'd take motherhood seriously. It would still be MY child, my heart, something for me to share my life with and someone that I can teach and see develop into an amazing person.
I hurt inside when someone says, “I won't be able to love any child not of my own flesh.”(This isn't dedicated to anyone that reads this blog.) Really, that is an arrogant statement. What of those children that don't have dedicated and loving parents? What of the abandoned ones that are shuffled off from foster home to foster home?
I say love them. Find one and show them the true meaning of love and family. Teach them to trust and to live and to love openly without fear of being hurt or mistreated. Most of the world's minor problems (which, all together add up to be a major one!) stem from the lack of love in children's' lives.
I don't mean to hurt anyone's feelings by this post. I don't want to be seen as cruel or unfeeling. I merely wish to say there is always a way to have a family, even if it is slightly nontraditional. Don't give up. There really are children that need you.
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