When I was twenty years old, I thought I was mature and ready for marriage. When I was twenty-five I looked at friends from school who had little kids and thought, "I'm soooo glad I'm not stuck there!" By the time I was thirty, the bigotry had started. I was seen as less of a person than those with children. I wished I had a chance for children. I would be a good parent. But it didn't happen. Now in my forties, I'm sooooo glad I'm not there. Maybe I'm set in my ways now but I enjoy the freedom to come and go without worrying about someone else.
Last night I attended a minor league baseball game with some coworkers and their families. I was the only one who could stay for the end of the game. The others had to get the kids home and in bed. They missed the triple. They missed the opposing team's short stop getting hit in the face with a line drive. They asked me this morning who won. Poor, sad parents.