While watching this video on the site:
. . . I was hit by how much I miss having small children in my life. My own five children range in age from 31 to 42. I have no grandchildren. My second teaching career, teaching elementary general music to grades kindergarten through sixth grade, helped fill that void, but I retired seven years ago. I know there are lots of ways I could voluntarily have children in my life again, but it’s just not possible right now.
Kidlessness my arms ache to cradle a dozing infant my eyes wish to marvel at the perfection of a tiny fingernail my fingers itch to caress the fuzzy cap of hair soft and smooth as mink my ears long to hear hearty peals of childish laughter to share the joy of a surprise peekaboo my lips desire to kiss the booboos and make them all better to whisper the words that will heal bruised feelings when I hear a mother claim she’s bored at home with the kids all day I want to shout you don’t know how blessed you are don’t waste a single moment you have together how precious they are how coveted to see the world anew from the perspective of a child to wonder at a pebble or a leaf or a feather to see the spark of understanding take hold and grow to witness increasing competence every day to share life with the one I love more than myself there’s nothing better