May 12, 2011 20:28
A few weeks ago the students in my grade finished a project for our home economics class. For the project we had to partner up into "married couples", pick careers and establish families; basically pretend that we were adults for the duration of the project. Naturally Jeremie and I paired up together as "husband" and "wife". In our self-created future Jeremie was a computer programmer and I was a music teacher at Kadic. We lived in the Hermitage, although we left out the part about it being my childhood home.
As part of the project we also had to take care of an egg "baby". Our "child" was a girl named Antea Francis, after my parents. I'll admit that part of the project was a little eerie for me, if only because part of me realized - not for the first time - that if my physical age matched my true chronological age I very well could be a parent by now.
Do I want children someday? Part of me, probably influenced by the project, does. It's part of the reason that we fought against XANA in the first place, to have the chance to live our lives, to grow up and have families. But there's another part that's afraid, that wonders if I'll be a good parent like I remember my mother or, worst case scenario, if I'll turn into my father.