At some point in the future, these children will all grow up and become wonderful citizens of the world – they will be musicians and artists and dancers and actors and maybe a teacher or something more conventional in the middle of it to balance it all out. They will be kind and generous and hold the door open when they see a lady coming. They will launder their clothes and take regular showers. People will frequently compliment me on their very existence. And when they all come home for the holidays, I will be the matriarch and look around the table at my lovely accomplished children and feel smug about a job well done.
…As you can see, I have it all figured out. The only problem with my lovely vision? Children.