What would the world look like after a decade of infertility? Would it resemble PD James’ “The Children of Men” in which the last generation is entitled and horribly violent? Would marriage rates change? What about sex…with no risk of pregnancy? Would STD’s become more rampant? Obviously preschools would close, and soon elementary school as well. What would teachers of those levels do? What about high school teachers sensing an end to their profession? With no “next generation” to save for, and no hope of grandkids, what would happen to the (slightly above) middle aged? Give me some ideas and I’ll thank you in the book…or use you as a character if you like – I hate making up names!
We’re officially down to one bird in the nest. Each year we have two back to school traditions. One is to read “The Kissing Hand” by Audrey Penn about a raccoon’s first night at school. Mostly the tradition is about watching me cry when I get to the part where Chester the raccoon runs back and kisses his mom’s hand “Chester love you.” The second, and much less sappy, is the morning of photos. The first year all three went to school was 2003. Note Pokemon and Dora the Explorer…such simpler times.
The kids were gracious enough to play along this year. There’s little resemblance after 12 years! But I promise it’s the same kids. I pray for great years for all three, and that God will send them wonderful friends to enhance their experiences and keep them on the right track.
I’m enrolled in another writing course that will keep me moving on the new book, tentatively titled “Infertile”, but I’ll certainly entertain suggestions. Had to crank out the first 1000 words yesterday, but surprisingly it came together fairly quickly.
Next week I’ll have to start making excuses for the Gators so I’ll enjoy this last weekend of freedom from anxiety and shame. Meanwhile, Go Gators…practice REALLY hard!