I’m 40, dammit. If I’m having a mid-life crisis now then the implication is that I’ll only get to live until 80! (he types as he grabs a handful of Oreos) Nevertheless, while I don’t think I’ll ever go into the “buying a convertible” phase of a mid-life crisis, I’ve started wondering if I’m in one. Why?
Because whatever vestigial parenting desires I’ve had over the years are making a hard comeback.
Yes, this started a few weeks ago when I saw this ad on TV.
Just the look on the boy’s face, and the way his father talked, made me wish I’d had a kid of my own. This desire got even stronger a few days ago when, while at work, I watched a father playing around with his son. It hurt a bit to realize that, for many reasons, I’ll likely never have a child of my own. Adoption isn’t an option for me (though it was for one couple! Check this sweet story), and I feel it’s very unlikely that I’ll ever find a woman who is interested in reproducing with me.
It’s a sad, vaguely bittersweet thing. I’m sure in time I’ll get over this vague desire to reproduce. But for now it’s there, and I wish like heck I could do something about it.