posted on Jul, 2 2008 @ 12:01 PM
Children, to me, are sort of like trying to get a gold medal in the Olympics: you’ve got to put a lot of time and sweat and pain into the effort or
you’ll never get there. But once you get it, you don’t disparage it because of all the toil it took. To me, that suffering makes it all the more
satisfying when the medal gets hung around your neck. When you see them take their first steps or ride a bike or just come up and give you a hug
because they love you – that makes it all worth while. It’s not a feeling that permeates every second and thought of your life, but it hits you as
deep as you get when you feel it.
The other thing is; I can’t name any other beings on the planet –save my children – that I would go to any ends for. If my Sister needed a new
liver, I’d hope for her best and that would be it. If my Wife needed one, I may or may not give mine to her. I would have to think about it. But if
my child needed one, not the slightest flicker of doubt or fleetest moment of hesitation would delay me from seeing that I would do whatever I needed
to do, to save them. If that meant forfeiting my own life, so be it.
That’s what my children gave to me, something I never experienced before in my life: A willingness to be totally selfless and really, without
condition or reservation, put someone else before myself. I feel that makes me a better person. That too is a source of happiness with and for myself.
I know I’m not alone in this feeling and it seems to me that most parents would feel the same. This does make me wonder about the sample-group that
they used for these findings and also the backers and backgrounds of those conducting the study.