Feeling real is more than existing; it is finding a way to exist as oneself... and to have a self into which to retreat for relaxation.
There is no such thing as a baby, there is a baby and someone.
It is a joy to be hidden, and disaster not to be found.
There is for many a poverty of play.
The fact that grief takes so long to resolve is not a sign of inadequacy, but betokens depth of soul.
I would rather be the child of a mother who has all the inner conflicts of the human being than be mothered by someone for whom all is easy and smooth, who knows all the answers, and is a stranger to doubt.