Hiccups

On my path there are hiccups. Little bumps that I never imagined I would need to deal with.
Little bumps, big bumps.
Learning to deal with people who are impossible to deal with, and learning to say good bye when there is no longer anyone worth dealing with.
Learning to love. To really love. To give. To try and want a little less. Learning that I did not know what love was even when I thought I could not love any more.
Learning to be a parent. Loving. Relearning to be a parent. And learning again.
Each child teaches me all over again what parenting means. What love means.
Each child comes with their own new hurdles that I need to learn to jump over.
ASD, ADD, PhD, everything and everyone gets a title nowadays.
Do we know to give the child what they need? More than we received? More than our parents received?
On my path there are hiccups. Little bumps that I never imagined I would need to deal with.
These bumps are what make my path.
They give meaning.
They give life.