Reflections and pampers

I've been thinking about kids. Don't get me wrong, I actually don't want any. Well...not anymore that is. I like children, infact children are great and I love their unique perspectives but I am getting older and unlike some women that you hear about, I don't hear a clock ticking away telling me about baby time. I've never heard it. I however, accept the fact that getting older will make it just that much harder. Not just in childbirth but the whole raising thing. And don't get me started on the possibility that I may end up with a dude who does not care or understand that parenting is a two man job. I have friends who are married with kids, and I know they love the little tykes but boy do they all look drained. I met up with an old friend I went to a technical school with. He is now married and with kids. I was in the grocery and I looked up and he was staring at me with a wistfulness, a look that said " I have on a pair of cement shoes and matching jacket. I put it on and I did not know it was gonna be so hard to wear". He came over and remarked that I looked the same and all the usual stuff. After all of the pleasantries, He went back to his wife like a man in chains. A victim of bad choices I guess. Maybe he was having a bad day. I 'm not knocking marriage ( I actually want that) but for the right reasons and as for kids....I'll just babysit.