Parenting. And the many ways it changes you.
It doesn’t matter how much you try to resist this change, and how much you try to deny it. It is, but, inevitable.
Yes, I’ve tried and failed. Miserably.
You get a little scared, you do. It’s nothing out of the ordinary. And there are times when you can’t/won’t even accept that you’ve been entrusted with such a great responsibility.
The ultimate responsibility of bringing up a child. Of shaping his/her personality, of contributing to the society in a way than you probably will never be given credit for.
But still realising its significance.
I am not a romantic. Have never been.
But how can anything in the world come even close to the feeling of being blessed with a little being who is completely in love with you, who looks up to you, no matter what happens?
How can you want to be anyone else when you are a parent?