It’s a good thing I never had children. Judging how I treat my inanimate children, I would constantly be finding fault, picking at them, and fixing them. My kids would certainly have grown to resent and hate me.
My first born, Cliodhna’s Wave, was a very needy, high maintenance child. She was delivered prematurely by an incompetent midwife who conned me out of money for services and claimed rights and control over her. It took me years to reclaim her as my own and, from birth until now, she has undergone ten years of inspection, fault-finding, correction, and aesthetic surgery.
Yesterday, Cliodhna’s Wave came home for the holidays, looking shaky and pixelated and I knew she needed to have yet another round of reconstructive surgery. I’m so glad she came home, though, as now I believe her outward appearance truly reflects her personality.