/lit/ - Literature

>>15971118
Between birth and 4, that’s golden years. There’s nothing in this world that equals, no drug or orgasm, nothing known to man, that equals being with that tiny little human being. Everyday, all day every day. The world can kiss my ass, everything else can wait. It’s literally unimaginable that some parents miss out on that time. I don’t know, but I think it’s impossible to say you love your kid if you missed out at that time in their life. That’s the secret parents don’t tell you, about their undying love and devotion to you. It’s not the big stupid loser in front of them they care about unconditionally, it’s the fact that this fucking retard was that little baby that tugged on their lip and fell asleep in their arms, and lit up with joy and laughter when they said boo! When they get older they like to have alone time, they have their own interests and projects, learn to argue, it’s cute but you start to see that individual. That infant/baby/toddler tho, those are Gods hours. After that it’s coaching and being a solid support and definitely not a burden or a headache.