I recently had a conversation with a very good friend of mine, who was at a crossroads in his life. He was in a position where he was in complete control of his destiny, and was therefore quite literally spoiled for choice. In the course of the discussion, I did something I have never done before; I started talking about kids! Normally I appear pretty unsentimental, and even cold, when it comes to the topic of children, but I’d had a few drinks, and I was caught unawares. I may have even welled up a little.
Before you think this is going to be a gushy blog about kids, let me state quite clearly that it is exactly that. Now I for one, cannot abide those who drone on incessantly about their children and their every achievement; I’ll try not to do that. In the absence of any real insight into his situation, I could only tell him about the best thing I have ever done. The picture you see at the top of this page is of me and my son Keir, a couple of days after he was born (I was 24). He’s at university now and in a few short months he’ll be 21. I have two more sons, aged 17 and 8, and between the three of them I couldn’t be more proud. Each of them is smarter, cooler, and more talented than I ever was at their ages. I’m pretty jealous of them actually.
I shan’t go on, but my point is this. Don’t put off having kids, if you have the opportunity to do so. The odds are heavily stacked in your favour that you’ll never regret it. There are very few reasons why you shouldn’t start now.
