I can’t seem to escape children lately. It’s not that I’m trying to avoid them, but I seem to see them everywhere I go — happy children and proud parents full of love for those kids.
I don’t have any children yet, but I really want them. Given the circumstances of my life, I might never have any. I’m told that having the right woman agree to be the mother of your children is one of the prerequisites — and that part is beyond my control.
The closest things I’ve had to kids have been my nieces, Katherine and Anna, and my animals, too numerous to mention by name. (The picture above is about four years old. Anna’s the one on the left with the huge grin. The picture below is Anna with me at the Birmingham Zoo.) They live three hours from me, so I don’t see them as often as I’d like, but I love them very much and I’m proud of them. They’re wonderful girls.
Still, I’d like to have my own family. I bring this up partly because the subject of children and family keeps coming up in my life lately, but also because I was thinking about something related to it over the weekend.
Shock of seeing ‘Airplane!’ was realizing that I wasn’t all alone
Loss of cultural consensus means violent conflict in decades ahead
Life is too short to hide the love you would regret hiding at death
State-based ‘aid culture’ makes people believe they’re entitled to other people’s money
If you want to win a chess match, you have to play chess, not lecture the other players
Home is just a dream that some among us are still searching for
If you’re driven to create beauty, you’re an artist — like it or not
Fear of potential loss is a terrible reason to stay in the wrong place