Well this is timely after last week's post.
My friend Awesome rang me up recently and said she had something big to ask me.
Seeing as she's already married to her fella and has a 2 year old with him I was pretty sure it wasn't a proposal.
What it was though was this:
Would I be willing to be made the guardian of their child in the event that they both died?
Taking into account this would only come about in the unlikely and really horrible event that they both got knocked out of the picture I had to consider the idea seriously because if I didn't look at it as if it were something that might one day happen I wouldn't be making the decision based on useful ideas.
He's a pretty awesome little dude and I definitely would want to make sure he was taken care of.
So it was time to run through the basic list.
Would I be willing and ready to:
- make the space in my home?
- make the time in my life?
- make sure he got a proper education?
- look after him when he was sick?
- support him trying out sports and hobbies?
- teach him the stuff he needs to know to get on?
- make sure he didn't grow up to be an ass?
- go through all the uncertainty and terror and heartbreak that whole package would bring?
Essentially the answer was 'aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarghhhaaaaaarrghhghghghhhgh yes'.
I mean sure the idea is sort of terrifying, not only because it would only come to pass if something really awful happened, because getting catapulted into parenthood without getting to go through the beginner levels would leave you scrambling to catch up.
Like if someone decided to run through the development levels of a game you've never played before and then hand the controller over for the boss fight.
But like Awesome said, one of the reasons they thought of me because I have a big-ass family would support me and make sure he was OK.
So I said yes.
And then immediately started planning diet plans and exercise regimes and defensive driving courses for his parents.
Because he is a rad little dude and I want to be a part of his life for as long as I'm around.
But I also kind of like his parents and want to keep them.
So yay for the huge, touching declaration of trust in me but double-yay for the idea that it will never be necessary because his mum and dad will be there to bring him up, love him, and give him the flicks around the ear that he is sure to deserve along the way.