When we were married so young (me, 19, him, 20), a voice in our heads (it sounded alot like our parents) said to wait a couple years to start a family. And we thought that was a pretty wise voice.
So, we used the next couple of carefree years to pursue hobbies that the voice told us we wouldn’t have time, money or energy for after we had children … like Judo classes.
Mama had us demonstrate for her and Daddy in their living room how Judo was done, but, of course, that was a little hard to do, considering Judo is all about throwing your opponent around! So, pretty much the “entertainment” was that they got to see us in our cute (for me) and manly, of course (for him), Judo outfits — called g.e.e.s (as in McGee, not as in gee whiz). (I kept looking at this picture and wondering what didn’t look quite right. I think I’ve figured it out. I think Mama’s picture caught me jumping off the floor. It must have been one of those “Judo move” jumps!)
Didn’t we look innocent and happy? That’s because we had no idea yet about the sleep-deprived, every-cent-spent-on-them, how-many-stitches-this-time years that lay ahead.
But, we also didn’t know yet about the wonderful kind of love you have for your children that is like no other love in the whole world. I thought Hubby described it well when he told teen-aged Gunny one time, “You are the only other ‘man’ in the whole world, who I pray to be a better man than I am.”
We’re glad we waited those couple years before we had children, so that we could grow up a little first. But when the time came, raising children was the best experience we ever had … muucccch better than Judo.