Our Book Club is Better Than Yours

Reading.  I've always enjoyed reading.  When I was little my dad used to read to me every night.  Even when I learned to read myself, my dad would read to me.  He'd come in and let me pick out a book for him to read.  Through my advanced powers of persuasion (i.e. saying please, being adorable and the baby of the family) I usually could get him to read three or four a night.  I would make all kinds of promises about cleaning my room and getting up early just so daddy would read to me more.  He read every Dr. Seuss book I had and Berenstein Bears books...and my personal favorite: The Very Hungry Caterpillar... backwards.  Yup.  Backwards.  My dad is and was amazing.  I would often continue reading after he left me to go to sleep.  My parents would wake up to a pile of books haphazardly thrown onto the floor next to my bed.  I was voracious.

NEXT: An Explanation on Societal Norms in Your Late 20s/Early 30s

Why do I always have to be "next?"  This weekend I went to/planned/half-threw a baby shower for my non-blood (or marriage) related sister.  I love welcoming new life into the world with cake, diapers full of melted chocolate, bingo games and gifts.  Yet the older I get, the more common it is that everyone else at the party has a child or is pregnant with one.  I am not.  I'm not there yet in my life.  I am absolutely happy about this.  I don't feel prepared for this yet.  I don't want this yet.  Or maybe ever...