I remember speaking with my co-worker who's an immigrant from Afghanistan recently. He comes from an area where even the well off have "less" than the average American here, and his family was poor. He has a big family, and despite living in a violent area and staying in a crowded place, he had a very happy childhood. My co-worker felt very loved growing up, and according to him that's what mattered most. He said the mentality you have (which is what I was espousing at the time of our talk) is purely an American thing; most people in the world feel like they can have a good life outside of having wealth, and can offer a child that same kind of happiness, so they have a lot of kids. He also said our relationships with everything is superficial and transactional, and we're a miserable nation because of it; we're never content and we're in a never-ending rat race for more....and maybe he's right about all of it.
I still think you have to offer a child certain things before bringing them into this world, but I've been thinking about what he said ever since we talked, and ngl it's made me reconsider some of my ideals. I mean I grew up very poor, and while I wish some things were different, all in all I can say was a happy kid. If my life ended now, I can say in earnest that I'm grateful to my mom and pops for being given a chance to experience life, even with all of the traumas that came with it.
do the math!!!
So nobody told her that her home country of Haiti would be empty playing by these rules?
