The thing is — the structure of our lives may not have changed very much. But the point is, we wanted it to change. We were ready for it to change. We had established our careers, bought a house in suburbia & gotten a start on paying down the mortgage. We did the “DINKs in the city” thing. We were ready to embrace 2 a.m. feedings & sippy cups. We were ready to turn the spotlight over to a new generation, to have the world revolve around someone else besides ourselves for a change.
And yet here we are, stuck back in the land of the eternally childless/free, while everyone around us is moving on, skipping happily off down the yellow brick road of family life, picking up one child after another along the way, sharing new kinds of experiences with other parents — and not giving those of us left behind much thought. (I keep thinking of Monopoly: “Do not pass Go. Do not collect $200.” Sitting in “jail” & waiting out a turn, while everyone else advances around the board & gets richer.)