Come home, hope-filled prisoners!
This very day I’m declaring a double bonus—
everything you lost returned twice-over!
…except here, by the way. Don’t get any ideas. No, I say “kids everywhere,” because I was just scanning Facebook’s list of “people you may know and want to be faux-friends with.” What struck me: how many of the people, say, from high school I saw with kids in their pictures. Not just infants, either. Toddlers. Some of my peers have a couple of children. They’re apparently off having these really normal lives getting jobs, marrying, starting a family. Which is lovely. But I still don’t think of myself as old enough to have kids — especially plural — even though theoretically Ian and I could have a 6- or 7-year-old pretty easily at this point.
We got married young. That’s part of it, I think. When we got married, the prospect of kids was so far away it wasn’t even a blip on our horizon. We planned to spend up to 5 years in Massachusetts, far from family, and children didn’t fit into that equation at all. We attended churches with few people our own age, and kind of lost track of our peers for a while (at least I did). Then, in 2009, we moved back and joined a church with lots of people our age. And in the next year, it seemed like all of them had a baby. Like everywhere I look — children. Our friends are no longer couples with no responsibilities; they all have kids and can’t hang out without thinking about where to leave the offspring.
Now I feel like our families keep watching us expectantly (and patiently exhibiting the self-control required to not say this aloud), thinking, “They’re back in Washington. Ian has a good job. Katie’s at home doing… something. What’re they waiting for?” Of course, I’m not getting younger… as the guy who did my bike fit back in July said: “Katie, you’re 26. Your back isn’t what it used to be*.” Gee, if my back isn’t what it used to be, guess I’d better hurry up and have kids before the rest of me falls apart, too.
Really all I had to say was that it’s strange seeing my peers having families. That is all.
* This is patently true. Even after 4 weeks of PT 2x/week, and continuing to do the stretches & exercises from those sessions, my back continues to be sore most of the time.