I think I pretty much always wanted to have kids since I first thought about it. I wasn’t sure I wanted to get married (because I didn’t believe that Government should have anything to do with my personal relationships), but I wanted a family. For whatever crazy reason, I thought I would be a good Dad. There were all kinds of things my father did that were wrong, and I wanted to see if I could do a better job. I spent a lot of time thinking about education, and I wanted a chance to try my ideas out.
I was always kind of afraid of kids—well, not so much kids as their parents. I thought that the way I wanted to relate to children (as if they are real people) would be something most parents wouldn’t approve of. So I was always skittish around kids until I had my own. I also wasn’t that interested in babies or poop or things like that, so, while I was willing to do all that for my own kids; I didn’t want to do it for anyone else’s.
You have to have babies to have kids, but I am so glad that phase is over, and I can actually relate to my kids now. Dinner time is so much more fun, now. The kids are crazy! We get songs and stories and gossip and other entertainments. We get conversations. We get chances to teach them good manners (ok, so that’s not my favorite).
Kids are the greatest. At least, my own kids are. Not so sure about other people’s kids. When I did get married, my wife shared my desire to have children. Unfortunately, it turned out to be rather difficult, for I carry the gene that kind of neglects to create a vas deferens. It is extremely difficult to provide sperm when you have no tube connecting the sperm production unit to the sperm delivery implement! Fortunately an operation allowed me to succeed where plumbing would not suffice.
Anyway, after two operations, we were finally successful, and we have two children—conceived at the same time, although gestated at different times. (I’ve always thought that made them twins). It is a wonderful thing to be a parent!