My life is currently more chaotic and exhausting than ever, with three young daughters and a wife in the house with me. There's not much time for doing things because I want to do them. I sometimes think about the man who was my favorite uncle growing up. He's nearly 80 now, never married, no kids. Did whatever he wanted in his 30s and 40s (and 50s and 60s for that matter) I'm sure. My mom and her sister go stay with him for a week every year.
Not saying that I couldn't end up alone at his age, but I'd like to think my kids will be around some. My mom told me once that when their mother died she (my grandmother) told my mom "Take care of your brother. He doesn't have anyone who loves him more than anyone else." Even without putting it that way, I've never regretted the chaotic, noisy, exhausting life (of sacrifice?
Yeah I think so) that I've chosen.
Not saying that I couldn't end up alone at his age, but I'd like to think my kids will be around some. My mom told me once that when their mother died she (my grandmother) told my mom "Take care of your brother. He doesn't have anyone who loves him more than anyone else." Even without putting it that way, I've never regretted the chaotic, noisy, exhausting life (of sacrifice? Yeah I think so) that I've chosen.