I want kids. I want at least three of my own biological children and then as many as we can afford to adopt. I want my house to be filled with children that I can love because I want my children to have the life I did. I want to raise them so that they’ll be able to take care of themselves. I don’t want to fuss over them or be overbearing and overprotecting and I don’t want you to be either. I want to comfort them when they are sad, celebrate with them when they are happy, correct them when they are wrong and punish them when they are bad. I want to take those who might be ignored and shower them with love laced with discipline.
They won’t be pushovers. They will knock the world on it’s ear. May we do this?