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Originally Posted by Domingo 
Wow, that babies eyes are peircing my soul.
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They pierced my heart the moment I held her in my arms.
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As someone who is considering never having any kids, a question - do any of you experience any anxiety/worry/panic/pants-shitting about what sort of world into which you've brought your kids when you think about current events? Maybe I should cross post in the political threads and ask doomsayers whether or not they have kids, but I'm curious about how heavily the state of the world weighs on the parents of toddlers. What's that kid have to look forward to in 30 years?
Do you ever wonder or worry how bad things will get for your children? And if you're a teetotaler, does that guilt make you think about taking up drinking? |
Phil, I'm going to hang with Ryan on this one and say if you don't want to have kids, please...don't have kids. I was 39 when I had my first one and remember with fondness the years before when I had an actual adult life. In my case, because I actually had a life beforehand I was prepared to have my daughter.
I do indeed worry about the world my children will inherit. But I can't really do much about it for the most part. I vote. I teach them what I can. And I make sure they know I love their mother with all of my heart as well as loving them. I figure my best bet for the future will be if I can help my child grow up healthy, happy and well-adjusted. Someone that doesn't use cellphones in a theater. Someone that has learned a little about grace as it pertains to those around the. Someone who reads and has a bit of intellectual curiosity.
I fear for everything. I'm watching some stupid "Mystery Diagnosis" show on TLC as I type this and they're talking about a baby whose lungs had no fluid to allow them to work properly. My wife's a nurse and she loves this shit. Me, as the dad, I sit here and think "holy shit...another bullet we dodged". I have stepdaughters with idiotic boyfriends and I fear the day my little girl brings home a drummer named Thor who "understands her". I fear for it all.
But part of the parent thing is compartmentalizing the fear and moving forward regardless. I know that as long as my children (stepchildren as well) feel my love and committment to them to the fullest extent I can give, then I'll be good. The rest of it will work out in the end.
Assuming they're not all dumber than a sack of hammers. Paternal love and committment can't trump individual stupidity.
ETA: Figuring this is as good a place as any to wish all of ChUD'S dads a fine "Father's Day". May you stand in the gap with strength and teach your children well. I'm proud to associate myself with each of you here.