I find that holidays are very hard.  Think about how I could be a grandfather....enjoying the grandkids and being the tease that my grandfather was.  I never had kids.  Not that I did'nt want any, I just knew, for myself, there was no way I could do the female part of that equation.  And, on holidays, I find myself daydreaming....about how great it could have been.  If only. 

Console yourself with the thought that they would probably have been horrible brats ripping you off for cash and leaving care home brochures lying around to upset you, and that's just on the good days. On the bad days they would be telling you your funeral plans.

You're better off without the ungrateful little sods.

Holidays don't hit me as hard as just seeing a happy family with some small rugrats.  I still think I want to adopt next year, but I understand the older I get, the older the kid should be so I am not 60 with a 3 year old. (Just saying...  I am not in my 50s)  I just don't want a grandkid over a kid.  Anyway, it's hard, but I get over it with some time.  I just keep thinking that if it is to be, it will happen.  Just right now finances are too rough to help a kid who needs a home.

No child support / baby mamma drama = epic win

Quote from: Beth Andrea on May 01, 2011, 12:23:56 AM
Is there a children's wing at the local hospital? Maybe you could volunteer there?

I was about to say something like this.

I run fast in the other direction when I see kids, but we are all different. My friend loves kids and volunteers in the community. On Easter, he volunteered for an Easter egg hunt. To each his own.