When our children are different…
We love our kids sometimes even more than we love ourselves. Our unwritten future is our kids. We love them even when understand that they are much different. Like chicken you can see on the photo who was sitting on the duck’s egg and truly believes they are her real children. And it doesn’t matter they are real or not. They are just different but she still loves them.
That’s the beauty of Life. All of us are different. It would be rather boring if we all were the exact copies like clones. Do you agree?