Wild Dark Shore

by Charlotte McConaghy

“I can’t have children that I may not be able to keep safe.”

“I washed up on this beach,” I tell her softly. “My body was brought here by the sea and lived. Yours will too.”

But here is the nature of life. That we must love things with our whole selves, knowing they will die.

Maybe that’s what being a parent is. Expanding to be more. Asking of yourself more, for them.