I turn 52 in July. My adopted son is two years and nine months old. The 50 year age difference concerned me when we adopted him. Then God introduced me to several men within a few weeks who had either biological or adopted children with the same age difference.
These encounters muted my concern. The reality still exists that I am in my early 50s with an active 2-year-old.
My knees really do ache. My son began calling me his playground. Like any 2 1/2-year-old boy, he enjoys climbing all over his daddy. He would climb to the top of my bald head (he asked me where my hair went the other day) and slide all the way down my body if I let him.
He asks me to chase, to jump up and down with him on the bed, and to spin around in circles. He tests my response time and quickness when we are in public places with his sudden spastic movements. I crawl around the floor with him all the time. Almost always that turns into me laying on my back to catch my breath…or a quick nap.
The biggest difference that I notice is that my friends in their 20s and 30s who have toddlers seem to rebound quicker than I do.
I referred to all of that above as challenges, but really they are joys!
I am thankful for my health that allows me to chase, run, jump, spin, and crawl with my son.
I am thankful for the amount of time I can spend with my son. Twenty years ago I worked an eight-to-five job. I would have missed most of what I get to see and hear him do these days.
I am thankful for our financial stability that 30 years of adulthood and wise stewardship has given us.
I am thankful for the years of life experience that has taught and molded me into the man I am today.
I pray that my son will benefit from these blessings that God has poured out on my life.
We adopted our son in September, 2012. The concerns that I had then have faded over the eight months since. Thank you God for showing me that I don’t need to worry about being 50 years older than my son.
Now I pray for a long life so I can see him become a man, a husband, and a father. Hmm…would it be too much to ask for good health at age 80-90 so I can still chase, run, jump, spin, and crawl with my grandchildren?
Anyone else around 50 years older than their children, or know someone who is? Please share!