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juggzy From: juggzy Date: June 4th, 2011 10:00 am (UTC) (Link)
The main thing that occurs to me is that I thought it'd take a conscious effort to love something that's basically a wailing animal, but it's a totally different sort of love & it kind of overwhelmed me.

This is what I understand it to be; not having had children (not through choice, but, you know) I've been aware - perhaps more so than many parents - of the unknowingness of this 'thing', this parental love that you have no choice but to accept. It's a bit like a blind person being aware of the colour red. As you have recently gone from a state of unknowingness of this thing, to knowing of it, I thought you might be able to capture the difference between the imagining and the reality.

YOu're the last person in the world likely to turn into a mumzilla! I mean that in a very good way.
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