Running out of time
A friend of mine, who happens to be my age, recently found out his wife is expecting. After he announced the news to me, he confessed that he worries about being too old to have a kid. “Naw,” I said. “If you’re too old then I’m too old, and I don’t like to think that way.”
Maybe I am too old.
The depressing thing is what used to seem like a possibility now seems very improbable, and I have gotten to the age where the window of opportunity seems to be closing. I figure there are only about 10 years left for me to consider becoming a father. After all, I don’t want to be closing in on 70 years old when my child graduates from high school.
My sister, who is two years younger than me, already has a 19-year-old. It’s funny to think that I could be having a child around the same time my niece gets married and starts a family.
I guess I’m pretty comfortable with where my life is right now, because I haven’t made becoming a father a priority. If my or my partner’s feelings change over the next few years, we might go the adoption route. I suppose we could always adopt an older child so that I’m not using a walker when I attend school functions. =)