“If I didn’t have a child, I would read twice as much books as I read now, maybe in one night only, just because I could say “I will sleep tomorrow”.
If I didn’t have a child, my nights would be full of improvisation and freedom. No schedule, last-minute cocktails, quick, high-calorie meals. Endless walks, all my desires fulfilled.
If I didn’t have a child, I would not be able to step into my mother’s shoes, and forgiving her for things I never really understood before.
I wouldn’t have this blog. I wouldn’t know the people it made me meet, even just virtually.
If I didn’t have a child, I would be much more up-to-date about music, movies, politics and sports. I would have more things to talk about and more people to talk to.
I wouldn’t know what it means to see your child asleep on your chest, being cuddled by unconditional trust; I wouldn’t know what it means to see your child staring at you in the middle of a crowd with a thankful smile. I wouldn’t know that it is truly possible to care about someone more than you care about yourself. I wouldn’t share with another person the greatest responsibility and tenderness that a human being can experience.
I would be happier and less happy. I would be more lonely and less lonely. Richer but also poorer. I would be who I am, myself, always myself.”
text by SILVANA SANTO