My Dad was 41 when I was born... I appreciated his age cause he is a lot older and more even tempered than I heard he was in his younger years
But he also had a lot of baggage... and my family got divorced when I was 8... so I never got any help when it came to college. He retired from a government job... collects a pension... and is still working. But because all four kids are out of the house and no longer reliant on him, I know he's doing a little better - that is, until he was diagnosed with a 2nd brain tumor... but this time cancerous.
So, I don't know... I wish he was younger when they had me cause I feel like "not much time is left" and I don't have any memories of playing with him. He's a great dad but more like an advisor since he had so many health problems in his older years and he always worked 2-3 jobs so in order for me to see him I'd have to go to his office after school and wait with him till I either got tired and took the bus home OR waited till 10 or 11 pm to go home with him.
DH and I had kids much younger and it is still tough financially...but I see a light at the end of the tunnel because in 10 years the older two will be close to getting ready for college. So by 40 or 50, we'll have no kids at home and can "play" later.
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