Recently Jadon was doing some calculations that reminded me of how much I longed to be a father (& believe or not, how I look forward even now to be a grandfather -- obviously I'm far behind "schedule"):
"I'll have my first child when I'm 19, and they'll have kids when they're 19, so I'll be a grandfather when I'm 38. Then my grandchild will have kids when they're 19 too, so I'll be a great-grandfather when I'm 57, and a great-great-grandfather when I'm 76, and a great-great-great-grandfather when I'm 95! Ha-ha! I'll be a great-great-great-grandfather when I'm 95!"
He might have gone on with the numbers beyond 95, but what struck me is that he was excited about having kids and raising a large family, and was unashamed to share it with us. At first he used 18 as his base number for calculating, but I had to remind him that he needs to marry first (I guess when he's 18) before his wife gestates and bears the child about a year later!
It also reminded me of an obituary I wrote for myself as part of a high school assignment: while I forget all the numbers, I wrote that I would be over 110 years old, surrounded by masses of great-grandchildren (possible great-great-grandchildren, too).
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