Everyone is Someone’s Child

Yesterday I visited a funeral home to support a coworker who lost her boyfriend. I had never met her boyfriend and I’d only known her for a few months now. He was in his early 20s.

I looked around the room at all of the pictures of his life and I was affected. I don’t know if this is another sign of having a child of my own, but seeing the ‘chubby baby’ pictures and ‘playing up north’ pictures made me instantly imagine this as my son.¬†

I think parenting softens you and lets you empathize with more people because you inherently know, whether you notice it or not, that everybody is somebody’s child. And you know from having a child that you feel immensely responsible, connected and vulnerable to everything they feel and do in their lives.

I appreciate this new perspective in my life.

I think interacting¬†with people and immediately imagining them as someone’s child instantly makes you more compassionate and caring toward them. It might reflect immediately in your demeanor and how you interact. I might try this for a week or two, just to see what happens.


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