I've been following an online friend's blog this year. She had a stillborn son and she and her family are putting their lives back together. It's been worse than anything she could've imagined or ever wanted to imagine. I can pick up a tiny fraction of what she's going through and that's quite hard enough, thank you.
They're thinking seriously of trying again and she is wondering about any number of things, not the least of which is the sense of risk. I just posted something that I realized I wanted to post here, too, because part of my reply made me realize how much I've learned in the last 9 years with The Babe's three kids, who I love and am enormously proud of.
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I totally agree. I feel it acutely when I see my son walking around with a gun on his hip. It's always a risk, but you can that about love in general as well, not just loving kids. My deepest good thoughts to your friend.
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