I met with Owen again. I first saw him in the special care unit of the hospital when he was born a couple weeks early. Always a delight and joy to watch and play with him. But that’s the thing though that makes me thinking while I am here. See, I love to play with little kids... but to have one? Ehm...I am not so sure. After looking at the efforts and care that my sister and her husband put in to take care of one child, kids are not as fun as I thought anymore. I have always felt that way... I love to hang out with nephews and nieces but when it's time for maintainace, I would fled from scene of crime as fast as I can.
Also, being the last in line in my family to be married is not fun. I have to observe all the challenges of raising kids and see the other side of the marriage coin, the unhappiness, the endless complaints, in-laws, etc. So, is that good or bad? People would say that’s a good experience but as for me at this point, it is not.
Also, being the last in line in my family to be married is not fun. I have to observe all the challenges of raising kids and see the other side of the marriage coin, the unhappiness, the endless complaints, in-laws, etc. So, is that good or bad? People would say that’s a good experience but as for me at this point, it is not.