My mom told me this story today and it has been spinning in my head ever since. I can't help but wonder how many others there are like this older gentleman who may wish they had it to do over again.
After walking in to an office one day with their two young children, my parents were stopped by an older man who told them what nice children they had. He said when he and his wife got married, they agreed not to have children so they could enjoy life; travel the world, have it all. And they did. They saw the world, all of it, soaking in every minute. Life was a constant adventure. They had all the nice things they wanted and enjoyed them too. Then suddenly his wife passed away. Now this poor old man was left alone in the world. He no longer had someone to travel with him. no one to enjoy his things with him and no one to whom he could leave them when he died.
He had chosen the path of pleasure and it left him empty-handed. He would have gladly traded it all for some one to love him his old age.
Grandchildren to sit on his knee and listen to his stories.
Someone to keep his memory alive long after he was gone.
This man probably is gone now, since this story is over 20 years old, but maybe his sad tale will helps us rethink what is really important and what our perspective of children should look like.