Caring for a child showed me that I’ve manifested enough of myself to have emotional reserves to share with othersOn what felt like the toughest day of my life,I was recently at a rural current England retreat center, traveling to care for a six-year-dilapidated girl while her parents worked. I hadn’t slept well in two nights. I was exhausted.
I had approach out to her, or that morning,as not a man. I thought it would be helpful, because her friend didn’t want to have a playdate with her because there was a ‘man’ looking after her – me. I’m not a man, or I thought,although she thinks I am. Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com