....... it seems as though the general consensus is to go for it and have fun trying
Everyone does have fun here. No lack of that.
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Pop, a young man can tolerate chaos more than an old man. Which condition do you think is better for the child to be raised (not taking the man's well-being into consideration).
An Older Man can probably provide monetary needs better, but money alone does not raise a child. Playing catch, going fishing, first roller-coaster rides, tackle football, just hangin' out and being able to relate to one another (despite generational differences)- these are things a man in his 60's cannot do as well as a man in his 20's and 30's. Again, just my
I can relate Ice. Even though I don't have a little girl. I almost do. I would die for her.
Who's this little cutie pie, Bronze?
It is here that we can participate in understanding what God had in mind and what He has put up with in those whom He created to bear His image. Not to mention what lengths He went to in order to correct our original failing.
Your 2 cents are made of gold.
An Older Man can probably provide monetary needs better, but money alone does not raise a child. Playing catch, going fishing, first roller-coaster rides, tackle football, just hangin' out and being able to relate to one another (despite generational differences)- these are things a man in his 60's cannot do as well as a man in his 20's and 30's. Again, just my
From what I have observed, children fall in the 80/20 rule. 80% of the time they drive you nuts. But the 20% of the time more than makes up for it.
I'll give y'all some perspective as a 53 year old who was never able to have children. Here's what happens...you don't connect with the vast majority of people your age because they all have children and their lives are centered around their kids. School activities, birthday parties, sleepovers, play, etc.. When you go to a neighborhood party, the conversations are always centered around their kids. We are silent. That is, if we're even invited to the party in the first place. When you watch the children hunting for Easter eggs on Easter or opening their gifts on Xmas morning, all it does is to serve to remind you that you have no kids. The house is always clean and quiet reminding you of the same. It's a selfish feeling knowing you are living for yourself...even though it was not by design. There is a person inside wanting to break out and give of themselves with no one to give it to. But the worst is having the fear no one will be holding your hand in your old age when you lay on your death bed.
Something to think about during those times when your kids drive you crazy.
Um, if you hadn't noticed yet, this thread is more about people than anything else. You have the right and the obligation for us to get to know you better. Things are easier when shared. It is always nice to get several opinions and it seems as though the general consensus is to go for it and have fun trying
I can only 'like' this once. I would give it two or three otherwise. I have, in the past, called Bronze the heart of this thread. Perhaps he shares this with you Robin. Thank you for clarifying that point to Red, it is important.
The scary part is that if you two are the heart, that means that the Chimp is our brain....
Hmmmm! If this constitutes a body maybe I'm one of the humorous bones? (I wish there was an interobang symbol I could use)
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It's worth it, evey step of the way. Be strong, and whatever you do do it with love.
An Older Man can probably provide monetary needs better, but money alone does not raise a child. Playing catch, going fishing, first roller-coaster rides, tackle football, just hangin' out and being able to relate to one another (despite generational differences)- these are things a man in his 60's cannot do as well as a man in his 20's and 30's. Again, just my
All true. But there are things older parents can provide that younger ones can't. Wisdom and order to name a couple. The little girl I posted is being raised by her mid-60's grandparents (she lost both her parents when she was one). She has a very happy existence full of order and a sense of who she is and what is right and wrong. She's an awesome little child. She would probably be an awesome little child if she were raised by her biological parents too. We'll never find out. But I know she would be a different child.
She's my neighbor girl. Eight years old now. When anyone ever asks her who her best friends are, I always make her list. Every time. Everyone else rotates on and off her list.
OK, this is not a 'go with the crowd opinion'. Having raised two sons and a daughter, and now having seven grandyoung'uns, It is MY OPINION that children are a young man's game. They cry, (what's wrong) and you get up. They cry (what's wrong) and you get up. They DON'T cry (OMG WHAT'S WRONG) and you get up. Fever's, skinned knees, Daddy-I-Like -Sweet-Tea!(bing-bing-bing-bingbing-off the walls toddler). And when they smile, the world is, for that moment, At Peace. First day of school. Months buying everything your babgirl needs. You'll be so worried you can't eat. Wife will pretend not to cry. Baby Girl meets Tree-hugging Marxist Teacher who tells her to "take all of your school supplies and place them in the 'Community Box' for those less fortunate than you." Fights, letters from school, and Little League (which costs more then ever). And you're still getting up in the middle of the night to do bed-checks. And when they laugh, you're heart is lifted to the Heavens ! THEN, somewhere around age 12, thier brain turns on. Life as you've known it ends. They smile, and you wonder 'what are they up to?'. Thier clothes change. Thier friends change. The back-talking grows angry. They laugh out loud and you wonder 'What's wrong?!'. Secrets and deciet. Instead of them coming to you, you find yourself going to them to find out what's going on in thier lives. First Love. First Heartbreak. School Suspension. Police bring them home. "Dad, can I have the keys to the car?". And you're still doing bedchecks, only to make sure they haven't snuck out in the middle of the night. Senior Prom (I didn't spend that much on MY dates!). Graduation (I didn't spend that much on My Wife's Diamond!). Of they GO! to take on the Big World. They come home, in debt and disspirited. They fall in love, this time for real. The Backtalking is replaced by an empty seat at the table. They leave, for good. They marry ( the Dress costs WHAT?!?). They have kids and families of thier own. The visits, then the phone calls fade. Christmas mornings are now "What time will they be here?". You brag to friends and co-workers who your kids have become. And when they do come home, they say "I don't know how you did it, Mom." and "I love you Mom!" But Dad knows, and that's all that matters.
Your Children are God-Given Blessings that will cause you Pride and Pain in ways a single man connot phathom. They will become your Legacy in this world, so love them, guide them and nurture them at all times. But you better be ready for it Old Man.
Having Children is a Young Man's game.
Every word of it true! Very nicely written.
Yet it does not change my previous post on this matter. While I would be older, I would be in a better position to provide for the baby then I was at 25 and 29. I would have a baby today at 43 if it weren't for the fact my girl cannot have them any more. Honestly, I would have loved to have one with my Carrie Ann. Maybe I would have had that elusive baby girl. It was just not to be. I have no regrets, I only point out that I think 43 is not too old to have a baby.
From what I have observed, children fall in the 80/20 rule. 80% of the time they drive you nuts. But the 20% of the time more than makes up for it.
...Something to think about during those times when your kids drive you crazy.
Your ratio is backward, in my experience. It is 20/80 for me! They are great most of the time, but when mine
up, they do it BIG! So much of their good credits is wiped out in a minute. One other point. They go in spurts, so they are good for months with very few hiccups, and then they have rough periods (which means parents are right there with them). Papa nailed the 12-13 year mark perfectly though, where the real mischief starts. God bless them.
She's my neighbor girl. Eight years old now. When anyone ever asks her who her best friends are, I always make her list. Every time. Everyone else rotates on and off her list.
I already knew who she was from hearing you talk about her previously as soon as I saw the picture. Thank you for sharing the pic, Bronze. She is a cutie pie!
Your ratio is backward, in my experience. It is 20/80 for me! They are great most of the time, but when mine
I've observed the exact same thing you and PopPop have. When they hit that 12/13 year old age, they start their journey of discovering themselves and who they want to be and how they want to be identified. Friends become more important. Sadly, more than their own parents often times. That's gotta be tough to endure as a parent. Perhaps that's why the grandparents of my neighbor girl always say they wish she would stop growing up.
Ok, I didn't mean to start any controversy with my previous post about raising children. It IS an opinion I hold, based on experience. Nowadays, I see my sons on Christmas, exhausted from the season, and I remember those days. Teenagers are a classification all thier own. But it is worth it. Every step of the way. But I DO know there is a HUGE difference between 8 year old John and 6 year old Judy, as compared to 18 year old John and 16 year old Judy. Based on my experience, NO WAY I'd want Teenagers in the house while I'm drawing Social Security. I read Bronze's post, and I felt for ya brother. I have lived the other end of the spectrum. They are our Legacy, have you considered adoption ? Just a thought....
Hot Dayam! You folks yak a lot!
Yup that was special, thanks fer posting it.
Jazz, good to see you're still hangin' in there. What's up babe?
Guess you can put me in there with Bronze - I'm 14 years and 6 months into my 40's. You sure do say a lot without mincing many words, Xfoo!
Yup, nobody knows when their number will come up. Next month will be the sixth year since my dad passed away at 79, which was a year after their 50th anniversary. I was lucky to be there with my daughter just two weeks beforehand and that's how I will remember him. Mom just turned 76 (?) this year and she so badly wanted all her kids to be there when she turned 75 - sorry Mom. We get that one together real soon, promise!
My how the roles have changed... So you didn't take Edd's advice?
Ok, go ahead, have a great time at my expense.
I'll add mine soon as I have a free minute. Kinda crowded around my place though.
Not from dipity, from Mocha Java Smooth, but I didn't get it there either. I'll let you know how my new dipity tastes in a couple weeks/days - it's still in it's first week steep and this is my second order of it. Loved the first one.
Loved that one too. Courage is stronger than steel! Had me close to tears near the end.
This is the place to put it all out there, RedhatPat. No need to apologise. I was in the Navy when my dad had his first heart attack and triple bypass. He apparently had it driving on the way back from his visit from my older brother's first wedding in L.A. My bro and I were both relocated to the west coast by the navy. He still hung round till all his 5 kids were married and had kids of their own and passed his 50th anniversary. Lucky for us I guess.
Thanks Trick. I'm already subscribed and set to get updates immediately.
I guess my Cheech Marin imitation didn't come through on that post. "I got to get a yob, man." "Man, dats a really charp chort!"
Thanks, beckyblue. Gosh how I love to hate contract negotiations.
Thanks, Bronze. Need those too.
Like I said above, I'm 14 & 6 months into my 40's and my little girl is 6 plus 20. She too is the sweetest thing that ever happened to me.
She is a cutie worth dying for, Bronze! So happy for you.
LOL, that is a good stage indeed. It keeps popping up throughout other stages too.
Mrs. Chak and I don't have any sons, but growing up with 3 brothers and a little sister I can relate to your pride and your pains. My dad used to have a saying, "One son, sheer joy. Two sons, sheer bliss. Three sons, sheer heaven. Four sons, sheer mayhem!
Yup, love that song.
We always have fun trying - even when you know trying ain't gonna go nowhere any more !
Yup that was special, thanks fer posting it.
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Jazz, good to see you're still hangin' in there. What's up babe?
Hey, we're the same age!
Guess you can put me in there with Bronze - I'm 14 years and 6 months into my 40's. You sure do say a lot without mincing many words, Xfoo!
Yup, nobody knows when their number will come up. Next month will be the sixth year since my dad passed away at 79, which was a year after their 50th anniversary. I was lucky to be there with my daughter just two weeks beforehand and that's how I will remember him. Mom just turned 76 (?) this year and she so badly wanted all her kids to be there when she turned 75 - sorry Mom.
We get that one together real soon, promise!<sigh> Mr. Robin went to bed with a headache....isn't that supposed to be my job?!?!
My how the roles have changed...
So you didn't take Edd's advice?Yes I did
Ok, go ahead, have a great time at my expense.
I'll add mine soon as I have a free minute. Kinda crowded around my place though.
Not from dipity, from Mocha Java Smooth, but I didn't get it there either. I'll let you know how my new dipity tastes in a couple weeks/days - it's still in it's first week steep and this is my second order of it. Loved the first one.
Loved that one too. Courage is stronger than steel! Had me close to tears near the end.
This is the place to put it all out there, RedhatPat. No need to apologise. I was in the Navy when my dad had his first heart attack and triple bypass. He apparently had it driving on the way back from his visit from my older brother's first wedding in L.A. My bro and I were both relocated to the west coast by the navy. He still hung round till all his 5 kids were married and had kids of their own and passed his 50th anniversary. Lucky for us I guess.
Thanks Trick. I'm already subscribed and set to get updates immediately.
I guess my Cheech Marin imitation didn't come through on that post. "I got to get a yob, man." "Man, dats a really charp chort!"
Happy St. Patrick's Day, all! Hope you're each touched by some of the luck of the Irish today! I love reading about all the proud moms and pops on this thread, though it has me hearing a bit of the old tick, tick, tick
Thanks, beckyblue. Gosh how I love to hate contract negotiations.
Thanks, Bronze. Need those too.
Like I said above, I'm 14 & 6 months into my 40's and my little girl is 6 plus 20. She too is the sweetest thing that ever happened to me.
I can relate Ice. Even though I don't have a little girl. I almost do. I would die for her.
She is a cutie worth dying for, Bronze! So happy for you.
LOL, that is a good stage indeed. It keeps popping up throughout other stages too.
OK, this is not a 'go with the crowd opinion'. Having raised two sons and a daughter, and now having seven grandyoung'uns, It is MY OPINION that children are a young man's game. They cry, (what's wrong) and you get up. They cry (what's wrong) and you get up. They DON'T cry (OMG WHAT'S WRONG) and you get up. Fever's, skinned knees, Daddy-I-Like -Sweet-Tea!(bing-bing-bing-bingbing-off the walls toddler). And when they smile, the world is, for that moment, At Peace. First day of school. Months buying everything your babgirl needs. You'll be so worried you can't eat. Wife will pretend not to cry. Baby Girl meets Tree-hugging Marxist Teacher who tells her to "take all of your school supplies and place them in the 'Community Box' for those less fortunate than you." Fights, letters from school, and Little League (which costs more then ever). And you're still getting up in the middle of the night to do bed-checks. And when they laugh, you're heart is lifted to the Heavens ! THEN, somewhere around age 12, thier brain turns on. Life as you've known it ends. They smile, and you wonder 'what are they up to?'. Thier clothes change. Thier friends change. The back-talking grows angry. They laugh out loud and you wonder 'What's wrong?!'. Secrets and deciet. Instead of them coming to you, you find yourself going to them to find out what's going on in thier lives. First Love. First Heartbreak. School Suspension. Police bring them home. "Dad, can I have the keys to the car?". And you're still doing bedchecks, only to make sure they haven't snuck out in the middle of the night. Senior Prom (I didn't spend that much on MY dates!). Graduation (I didn't spend that much on My Wife's Diamond!). Of they GO! to take on the Big World. They come home, in debt and disspirited. They fall in love, this time for real. The Backtalking is replaced by an empty seat at the table. They leave, for good. They marry ( the Dress costs WHAT?!?). They have kids and families of thier own. The visits, then the phone calls fade. Christmas mornings are now "What time will they be here?". You brag to friends and co-workers who your kids have become. And when they do come home, they say "I don't know how you did it, Mom." and "I love you Mom!" But Dad knows, and that's all that matters.
Your Children are God-Given Blessings that will cause you Pride and Pain in ways a single man connot phathom. They will become your Legacy in this world, so love them, guide them and nurture them at all times. But you better be ready for it Old Man.
Having Children is a Young Man's game.
Mrs. Chak and I don't have any sons, but growing up with 3 brothers and a little sister I can relate to your pride and your pains. My dad used to have a saying, "One son, sheer joy. Two sons, sheer bliss. Three sons, sheer heaven. Four sons, sheer mayhem!
Yup, love that song.
We always have fun trying - even when you know trying ain't gonna go nowhere any more !
Your ratio is backward, in my experience. It is 20/80 for me! They are great most of the time, but when mine
That's what my dad used to say, One aw-
will wipe out 10 atta-boys.
I've observed the exact same thing you and PopPop have. When they hit that 12/13 year old age, they start their journey of discovering themselves and who they want to be and how they want to be identified. Friends become more important. Sadly, more than their own parents often times. That's gotta be tough to endure as a parent. Perhaps that's why the grandparents of my neighbor girl always say they wish she would stop growing up.
One of the most endearing times in the raising of our daughter was when she had her first period. (Gosh, don't let her know I wrote about that here!!! I'd never hear the end of it.
) Anyways, at that time I was a work at home dad also chief, cook and bottle washer as Mrs. Chak suffered a stroke when Tiffanie was only a year and a half - anyways, she came to me to talk about it first. At first I was in shock because all she said was, "Dad, I'm bleeding." I said, "What! Where?!!! - oh there... (sigh) "Don't worry, honey. That's normal. I think we should share this with mom, ok?" I think she was an early bloomer too, she was only 9 at the time. Scary for a kid that old!
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