Kids...

Aug 17, 2014 09:43

"Hope you get some writing done, because when the kids get here there won't be any time."

These were my mother's parting words as she left to go fishing with my dad, her brother, and a family friend, all retired. The kids she referred to are my nephews and niece, along with my brother and sister-in-law.

It left me with a sense of dread, because I'll be expected to give up reading for Legos, writing for Fisher Price toys, exercise for splashing...

My inner child wasn't all that much of a child even when I was young. My dad used to say I was 13 going on 30. He taught me how to play chess when I was five. When I played with LEGOs, I was trying to emulate what I read about in kids' history books, not dumbed down kids' cartoons.

When I lived in China, I spent almost all my social time with graduate students and my work with some of the best and brightest undergrad China has to offer. It was a great time to indulge the life of my mind.

It would be great to have a special someone in my life, but even happy marriages seem determined to convince me to remain single. Doubts about how to be a father don't help.

aging, china

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