Everything will be alright.

The order of that statement is important, I think. Everything will be different, it’ll be alright has an encouraging air to it. This way does, too, but it’s more about truth telling, I think. It’s closer to how I rationalize the near in coming transformation Abby and I have to look forward to.

The fact that that last bit could be construed as sarcasm (it wasn’t) is incredibly disturbing to me. The immense negativity around birth and parenting has been a throughline of my experience while talking with other parents. Part of me might think, oh, that’s because parenting’s tough. But no, I don’t think that’s it. 

If nobody had to work a day job until they were good and ready, and some people chose never to work a day in their lives, remaining “work-free” I believe the perspective would be much the same. Imagine talking to an older careerist sarrariman about what it’s like to work?

It’s shit.

 

Would be the invariable answer. 
Our society has an obsession with negativity and self pity with regards to anything that isn’t somnolent relaxation. Maybe chickens would be the same way if they could talk and reminisce about the good old days when Abby and Eli let them out each morning and gave them food in a big bucket.