those damn kids

Of course, I say "damn" with affection. And I really can't help it.

I visit Sher's blog and I smile when I read about her adventures with her children in aussieland.

I watch lil' Ethan clamouring for his mother's attention, and I shake my head in amusement. (Imagine a footballer faking injury on the soccer pitch - yes, that's Ethan all right.)

I listen as Ethan mummy, seated on the steps at Boat Quay with me and L while Ethan goes on a rampage, saying: "Seriously, you guys should cherish your singlehood when you can." And I try to nod inside.

I listen to the heartaches of my youths' parents and I go: "Oh man, what a difficult job it is to parent!"

I think about how he freaked out (and decided to look elsewhere) when he had to entertain the thought of having kids, and I think...

How did I take so long to realise how much I want kids? Despite the risks, somehow, I still want them.

Oh gosh...I finally feel it in my bones - I'm getting old.