The other day my younger son asked me why I decided to have kids.
Once upon a time kids were an economic benefit. Kids, especially boys, provided a work force for the farm or the herd. Why pay for workers when you can just make them?
However, once we left the farm and moved to modern cities and suburbs, economically that advantage disappeared.
So why DID I decide to have kids?
Actually, when I was younger, I was scared that I’d have a handicapped child. My oldest, in fact, is profoundly handicapped. Interestingly, just before she was born I finished my 24 months in Radiologic Technology, and was trained and more importantly mentally prepared for many of the things that her care would require. Especially the yucky stuff.
Funny how that worked out – you’d think some higher power was involved.
My older son was in high school and I was raising him as a single parent when I met my wife. I thought that my daddy days were coming to a close. Instead we married and decided to have a family.
Funny how THAT worked out – you’d think some higher power was involved.
Which got me thinking – the reason my wife and I decided to have kids was because we wanted to share. Share what we had, but more importantly to share our love.
I guess that desire to share is why God decided to make us – for someone to share with. He set the example for us to follow.
And that’s why we had kids.