On Guilt

I have often wondered if by us adopting Ender, we have kept him from finding an even better home. I see photos of him on his doggy adventures and I know that he belongs on a giant farm, to have the run of the land, to come and go as he pleases. I sometimes think to myself if we ever found a perfect home that wanted him, if we could give him up. The practical side of me thinks that I would gladly give him up, but the sentimental side of me tells me to stop being so ridiculous. But then there's a tiny part of me that feels this guilt that he is not living the life he is meant to live.

And I just suddenly realized why parents act so crazy when it comes to their kids.