Why is it that when ever a baby is born to someone I know I get just a little melancholy? Today I went a saw my friend from college who was blessed with a beautiful boy. I got to hold him, discuss his features, and hear about the moments leading up to his birth. And I was very interested, and excited.
But the sadness I feel isn't neccessarily that I want my own bouncy bundle at the moment. But instead, it makes me wonder: How did the parents get to that point in their lives where they felt ready to become parents? Ready to tackle those tough questions, ready to heal every wound, ready for the sometimes sadness and grief that comes with being a parent.
"There's never a perfect time" keeps ringing in my head. If I've heard it once, I've heard it a million times. But, what if that's just something parents say to keep the regret of not having waited at bay? Surely, there is a more perfect time to become a parent. But to each his own. And my time is not now.