Babies.
May 15th, 2008
I’ve had the occasion to have some quality time with babies recently (and some other youngsters as well, but who aren’t “babies” anymore). One is my nephew Nick (and his siblings Ben and Anna Grace) and Karen’s friend’s son Gabe. I should note here that in the past babies “weren’t my thing” and high on the list of “look but don’t touch”, partially because I didn’t want to accidentally break them (which, let’s face it, would be awkward—at best), but also because I didn’t want the responsibility. It has occurred to me that my thoughts on this subject are changing.
I bet this is part of the “getting older” and “biological clock” that I hear all the kids talking about nowadays, but now that Karen and I are starting a family (and you can be a family with just yourselves and your cat, so don’t read anything into this), I don’t find myself being afraid of being responsible for someone else’s life as much anymore. Maybe it’s because I’m getting older, or maybe it’s because I have someone whom I know will always be there to help me (and who will need help from me, too). I think I’m just excited to share my life, and that’s spilling over into biological imperatives.
Don’t get me wrong, though, I don’t ever want to be the one changing diapers. ;)
May 15th, 2008 at 04:41 PM
Stop making me cry at work. :) I love you.