I had pretty much wanted children my whole life, back as far as I could remember.
I was the neighborhood babysitter, the nanny, the girl who dressed up as a pregnant nerd one Halloween. (No, I’m not kidding.)
I loved kids. I was drawn to them.
I loved their honesty, their energy, their imaginations, and their lack of social etiquette.
Kids were so refreshing.
Kids were raw.
There was nothing to figure out about them. That’s what I liked most.
