Sometimes I get sad thinking about how much my children have missed. My
closest friends and sisters are done having children. The youngest of their
children is 4. These kids that I have loved watching grow over the years, won't
be around when my kids are old enough for playmates. They won't share inside
jokes and have shared memories. I can't help but wonder who will fill in those
places.
I'm tired of having to preface my life with, "I don't have children
but..." Meeting with my friends weekly that have 7 children between the 2
of them, the conversation is bound to turn to whichever child has been a pistol
that week. I try to stay engaged as much as I can because this is something
that is happening in the life of my friends. If I ever comment, I normally say,
"I know I don't have kids but..." And finish with whatever experience
I have from being a child on the receiving end. I may not know what it is like
being the parent but I once was a child.
I hate the feelings of inadequacy.
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