Friday, July 23, 2004

Age of (Ir)responsibility

For no apparent reason, I found myself pondering the age my dad was, when we adopted my little sister. I casually figured he was about the age I am now.

Wrong. No, he was two years YOUNGER than I am now. I can't fathom the thought of having adopted a newborn daughter two years ago in my own life. Even more, I can't imagine all the stuff that had happened by the time my dad was my age:
  • Been active in a foreign war
  • Had a daughter (and lost her to leukemia)
  • Lost a brother in a ranch accident
  • Owned a house for about four years
  • Been married for 12 (twelve!) years
  • Have an adorably cute (ahem) son entering first grade
  • Have a 2-year-old daughter
Now, it's not like I'm about to rush out and buy property, have kids, or find a wife. I just wonder how he did it, or if I somehow look really flaky for the casual life I lead.
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1 comment:

  1. Anonymous7/26/2004 9:57 AM

    By my age, my mother had a two year old girl and a new born. My dad had been to Vietnam and returned. They were in their second house, renting the first for extra income. They had been married 11 years. By comparison, I am an over-indulgent, well-educated, selfish lazy-butt. -- BP

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