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| Monday, September 29, 2003 I found out that one of my bestest of friends is going to be a father. Wild. He sounds a little worried about all the responsibility that comes along with parenthood but who wouldn’t be. He’ll be a great dad. I can imagine him being the doting father who’ll occasionally sit his kids down for serious, semi-philosophical talks. I feel like this parenting thing is slowing creeping into my little world. Not that I don’t know people my age who are parents. It’s just different when a close friend takes that step. I took another listen to my biological clock and I’ve pretty much re-validated that it’s not going off anytime in the next five years. Don’t get me wrong. Kids are adorable and fun to play with but that’s only if I can return them to someone when I’m tired. I suppose that’d sound selfish to most people but I’m not quite tired of being independent nor am I ready for someone to be totally dependent on me. |