By Kathleen Guthrie Woods
“If you want to improve your basketball game, teach someone else the basics.”
“If you want more love in your life, first love others.”
Guides to life such as these always inspire me. So simple, so true. Give, and you will receive, they remind me.
Recently I heard a new one that struck a deep chord: “Turn your wounds into wisdom.”
It made me think about the surprise benefit I got when I started writing these blog posts. Shortly into the process of sharing my story, I realized I was writing what I needed to read. And then, as all of you joined in and added your stories, I realized I was not alone, and I learned from and took comfort in what you shared.
That cycle continues as new LWBers open their hearts, share their wounds, and gain wisdom from those of us further along the path toward acceptance of our childfree lives. What a beautiful experience!
If you’re new to Life Without Baby, welcome! We’re glad you found us! If you’ve been here for a while, thank you for giving of yourself. I hope you all find encouragement, support, and the wise words that will help you heal.
Just in time for the not always happy holidays, we’ve released Life Without Baby Holiday Companion, a collection of classic blog posts that offer inspiration and encouragement for getting through the season when you’re childfree. Get your copy here.
I’m always hesitant to replace Whiny Wednesday, as it’s such a popular outlet for angst (
A number of years ago I got out of a long relationship. At the time I was also between jobs and my car had just passed 300,000 miles and was hinting that it didn’t want to do too many more. It was definitely a dark period in my life.
By Kathleen Guthrie Woods
It’s here!
I love children again. I find myself cooing at babies, talking to little kids in restaurants, and enjoying interacting with other people’s children. Hurray! I’m back!
I was hit hard with a bad cold last week. As I was lying in bed, sweating, groaning, and coughing, I thought what a relief it was that I didn’t have little kids to take care of while I felt so awful.
Mr. Fab and I are starting to make plans for the holidays. Thanksgiving isn’t a big deal for either of us, but Christmas is, especially for me. After years of attempting to recreate my happy childhood Christmases and ending up disappointed, I finally gave up last year. Instead, we went out of town, just the two of us. We celebrated on Christmas Eve with a nice quiet dinner at a fancy restaurant, and then spent Christmas Day at the zoo. Honestly, it was the best Christmas we’d had for many years, and we vowed to make it a new tradition.
