Friday, March 25, 2011
Good afternoon readers. It's Spring! It's Friday! The Sun is Shining in Seattle! Now, if I were only able to replace the whole 'working like a dog' thing with spending time with my lovely wife and son, this would qualify as the perfect day.
Despite being inundated at the office, I am also spending time over at DadRevolution today as well. For those of you still foggy from lack of coffee no, I haven't been cloned, but merely have a post up over there for your reading enjoyment. It touches on the physical challenges of becoming a father at roughly he same time I turned half of 80 years old.
Here is an excerpt:
I got a bit of a late start at being a dad. My amazing son was born at the end of June in 2007, and barely two months later I turned 40. We didn’t hold a big party for my 40th birthday party, since Mrs. LIAYF and I were still in sleep deprivation induced shock at the time. Plus, I’m not sure I would have known how to respond to not only the jokes about being over the hill, but also about how old I would be when Lukas entered High School, got married, or had kids of his own.
Sure, there’s a lot of good natured kidding around when it comes to subject of being an older parent, but you know what? It is, at least partially anyway, based in reality. By the time you are in your 40′s - unless you are some sort of health freak – you’re slowing down considerably from your earlier days of adulthood. Heck, my parents were in their early 20′s when they had my sister, brother, and I. And although 3 kids in three years sounds rough (Mom, you were amazing), I often wonder if the dealing with 1 kid when you are 40 is roughly the same equivalent...
To read the rest, including a painful turn I took a being a 'horse', you can click here.
How about you? At what age did you first become a parent, and how did that treat you?
Posted by James (SeattleDad) at 1:00 PM