I’m beginning to understand where parents get these crazy expectations for their kids. Every now and then, I start to think about how my life would be different if I’d been able to go to a music school, or a science school, or if I’d been somewhere that had a high school soccer team, or [fill in the blank]. And Emily and I have been talking about having a kid, or maybe adopting, or maybe being foster parents sometime (after we buy a house and move somewhere a little more progressive). And we’ve been talking about how we would raise those kids, and I keep thinking about how I would want to provide them with experiences and clothing and education that I did not have. How we would want our kids to go to a montessori elementary school, how I would be able to provide them with things I didn’t have growing up, how I would want to be actively involved in their lives. Here I am, not in any position to have a kid, and I’m already put these expectations on myself as a future parent and on them as a future kid.
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