I felt much the same about five years ago, when my wife and the little not-yet-two-year-old entered my life. It's a frightening concept, in a way, to be a parent at our age. But I subscribe to the "age is only a state of mind" philosophy. I can still chase my child in the back yard, can still show her how to play futbol (soccer). While my wife and I may never have a "real" child of our own -- there are various issues with that -- we love our daughter, and I am supremely glad every time she calls me "daddy." That tells me I must be doing something right.
All in all, I feel that, when you're a parent, you find ways to be a parent. You teach, you lead, you direct, you punish, you chastise . . . and eventually, you get it right. Because so long as you try, you can't screw it up completely and you can't make a mistake you aren't able to rectify later.
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My brother met his wife when her son was 3, and helped take care of her mother, who was dying of a rare disease. They've been together 18 years now. His is not the only story I've heard like that. Now, I don't think he would have done that if they'd met five years before. Maturity does a lot for people, men and women both.
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Awww, thanks you two.
It's very heartwarming to read your stories. Thank you for sharing. My dad is ...awesome. We were speaking mostly in hypothetical terms, but still, it was a wise thing of him to say. My dad has always been my "go to" person. Most girls have their moms; I have my dad. And thank whatever higher power for that! See, my dad met my mom when she was pregnant with me. My dad isn't my bio-father, but he's the only dad I've known, and he's awfully special to me. So I guess he knows a thing or two about taking on responsibilities that aren't necessarily his own.
I patted my head and smiled at him.
The judge was won over, and a family was born.

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