I've been wondering if I shoulda had kids. Or a kid.
There have been times, many times that I was really glad I did not. But now that the years are bumping into me, I have begun to wonder. Again.
This is totally self-indulgent, I know, so please forgive.
In the last year or two, I've actually looked into adopting but dropped it without discussion with anyone, including Susan, as an idea that was probably selfish and desparate to begin with. The topic would come up in a round about way, and in the end decided that if it were to happen, it should have been at least 15 years ago.
I've been told I would have made a good father. Probably. Hopefully. But it's a waste of time and a bit selfish and self-focused to ponder that for too long. Maybe I am writing this to let it go? Hmmm.
Some of my younger friends are having or trying to have babies. I am really happy for them if it happens. It makes my heart sing when I hear of it. "Joy" is a good word.
To their little ones, I'd love to become a surrogate uncle if I could and I'm sure the parents will appreciate an easy mark for a baby sitter now and again. The only downside of allowing me to be a baby sitter is that they will be spoiled beyond reason. Fair warning.
So, young friends, have them babies, okay? There's some Uncle-ing to do!
And forgive an old man if he gets a little weepy around babies.