As I’m getting older and watching my friends get older, I’m noticing it more and more as they have children. When I’ve visited family and met my younger cousins who we’re seven or nine years old when I last saw them are now sixteen or eighteen - they’re adults! Yet I feel the same as I did but it really makes feel like things are quickly moving on.
I remember as a kid thinking how old twentysomething was and now I’m hitting thirty, scary. It must be like that for everyone, my parents always said it passes by in a flash and now I know why. While I don’t feel fully matured (I suppose we never stop maturing through our lives) I see how things that come with responsibility make you mature, like taking on a mortgage or having children. That brings me on to children - I’ve been getting the urge lately to become a father, my friends are having babies and I don’t want to get to the age where I’m an old man just as my child is becoming an adult. My father was 21 when I was born, too young in my opinon, as he was always interrupting and interferring in my personal life with my friends. And he was a dick. He was such a dick it put me off having children for years. But now I’m confident that I would be a good father it doesn’t put me off anymore. I want to be wise enough to know when to stand back and let them face challenges on their own, but still whup them at Guitar hero, lol. One thing I don’t want is for my wife to go out to work and leave the children with a creche or day care center, leaving them in the care of someone else from 7am to 6 pm. That’s no childhood at all. I remember my mother going out the door to a waitressing job as I came in from school, meaning i’d be left alone until my dad got home from work at 8 or 9pm. Not that, that was anything to look forward to. These days though its very hard to get by on just one income. I better become a workaholic then to have children. But then I won’t see them until they’re 18…