Especially now that the new iPhone 6 has hit the shelves, seeing myriads of people lining up to get their hands on the new iPhone, colleagues already having their new work mobiles delivered to the office, it is an envious time of year for “daddy” – not so much for “mommy”. This trend of keeping up with the Jones’ is something that most of us will experience in our lifetime at least once for a certain object or other wants.
One thing that both “mommy” and “daddy” do want to keep up with the Jones’ is our little miracle. Over the past few years, I can’t help but notice babies “popping up” left, right and center. It almost seems as if the universe were hinting, only agitating my desire to be a father more and more, virtually poking me and saying “look what I got”!
Our friends and relatives are already beyond the infancy stage, well most of them anyway. It often makes me think, “what about us?” – but I know our time will come.
However, you may often hear of those who abuse children, or neglect them to such extremes, that I cannot help feel outraged. I often think that many like that do not deserve to be parents. Sure, not everybody has had the fortune of being brought up in a happy, loved and healthy environment, like I did. There are different walks of life and people often deal with situations in the best way they can or know how. Yet, I refuse to believe that some do not care or understand that a small innocent and defenceless being is in constant need of our attention, love, care and see us as an example to follow in life, teach them and develop them. These are the people I refuse to understand as to how and why they are allowed to be parents.
Anyway, going back to topic, it is more than keeping up with the Jones’ of course. I have always wanted to be a father, particularly because I have amazing parents, it is not about wanting what others have but it is about my genuine desire to be a parent. Knowing that there are so many others that are new parents and have that fortune makes it a little more difficult for my wife and I. We may be older parents than our family and friends by the time we do have children of our own, but at least we know it can happen for us, and I know without a doubt that our children will be so loved, and that my wife will be the greatest mother to our children, just like our mothers (and fathers) have been and are to us.