So a close friend of mine just found out he's going to be a father. He is the first in my inner circle of friends to become a parent and the last one anyone would have expected. The baby wasn't planned, he wasn't given any say in the matter, and he has no real interest in a long term relationship with the mother. Nevertheless, he's stepping up to the plate and accepting his newfound role as a father. Personally, I think he's going to do a bang-up job and he's got a great support group of loving friends to help out, myself included.
And while this came as a complete surprise, what's equally as shocking to me is the effect this revelation had on my own outlook towards children. I've never really been interested in children, though I always assumed I'd eventually have some of my own. It is even possible that I may have, in the past, spoken of children in less than...flattering terms, a stance that I assumed would change at some point down the line.
Well, it would appear that that time has come. I really don't know how to explain it better than having a switch flipped. While I'm not suddenly on a tear to get married and have kids immediately, I think I definitely do want to have them, and my previous distaste for babies has softened considerably. This stance was made readily apparent when the secretary of our board of directors showed up at my office the other day with her 14-month-old in tow and I proceed to have an extended conversation in gibberish with the boy while some stupid grin was plastered on my face.
The revelation makes recent events in my life a little more-heartbreaking for me, but I think it shows a sign of continued maturity on my part, the (perceived) stagnation of which has always been a sore spot for me. And who knows, maybe this is the start of a golden era for "Westward Joe Becoming More of a Mature Adult", in which case things can only get better from here on out. Here's looking to you, Future, and whatever it is you bring with you.
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