I am a woman with two children, and in the pre-New Year's quiet, these thoughts come to me especially often. Is it true that this is "too much" for love?


I know what care, responsibility, sleepless nights, and the joy of small victories are. I know how to create a home not from walls, but from comfort, trust, and support.

Sometimes I'm told that it's harder to start over with children, but does true love seek easy paths? Perhaps for a mature and strong man, a woman with experience, a soul, and a family is not a source of fear, but a valuable asset? And perhaps somewhere out there right now there is someone who sees in me not a "complication," but a woman ready for a real family and a great love.

Is a woman with children really a burden, and not a heart that knows how to love more deeply, patiently, and honestly? My children are not an obstacle, but a part of my life, my strength, and my warmth. Perhaps for a mature and strong man, a woman with experience, a soul, and a family is not a source of fear, but a valuable asset?