“You cannot escape the responsibility of tomorrow by evading it today.”
The moment you bring a child into the world, you enter a social contract of sorts. A mom contract, really.
You agree to love and nurture that child. You agree that, to the best of your ability, you will teach right from wrong and help that child grow into an independent and responsible adult.
You agree to accept responsibility for that child along the way, because that child is yours. Your choices, behaviors, and attitudes will shape that child as he grows.
But you also enter a village of parents. The cliché is old and well worn for good reason. It truly does take a village to raise a child. And, as responsible parents, we all have the opportunity to pitch in and help out when another parent needs a hand.
We don’t, of course, sign any such contract or truly agree to any such terms upon leaving the hospital with our tiny, helpless, bundles of joy. But wouldn’t it be great if we did? Figuratively speaking, naturally. Let’s face it; leaving the hospital requires enough paperwork as it is.
But wouldn’t it be nice of we were all on the same page with this parenting thing?