I went to the wedding of a college friend over the weekend. Most of my core group of friends from college was there.
And everyone has kids.
Okay, not everyone. I don’t have kids. My lesbian friend and her partner don’t have kids. The couple that just got married doesn’t have kids.
But one of my friends and his wife brought their 6-month-old, and another friend and his wife also have an infant, and another friend and his wife have an 18-month-old and a newborn. And the two couples who weren’t there also have kids.
Another classmate has a 7-year-old and a 4-year-old.
After the reception, I anticipated a long night of drinking and card-playing in someone’s hotel room, because that’s what we’ve done in the past when we’ve all gotten together. But nobody brought cards. By 11:30, most of our group had gone to bed. It was left to four of us (including the groom) to play pool in the hotel bar, drinking a couple of beers, until the bar closed at approximately 12:45 in the morning. By 1 a.m. I was back in my extraordinarily comfy hotel bed.
The next morning at brunch we all sat around and I listened to everyone talk about kids. Should babies watch television? How much attention should you give kids? Little kids in restaurants all play electronic games today! Even the lesbians, who live near Park Slope, were able to chime in with a story about liberal Park Slope parents bringing their babies to bars and how sometimes people can’t into the bars because there are too many strollers in the way.
Who are all these people and what the hell have they done with my friends?
Sigh. Suddenly everyone’s in their early 30s and married with growing families. I look back on all the years I’ve known these people. There was college, when we all lived in the same dorm and saw each other every day and worried about mid-terms and extracurricular activities. There were the chaotic years after college, when we (well, they, not me) were young and making money and living in the big city — we’d all get together in New York or D.C. every year or two and spend lots of money on long nights of drinking at noisy bars, and my friend Doug (R.I.P.) would try to pick up girls.
And now it’s all about babies.
Whenever we all get together I feel so different. I feel like they’ve been travelling through the conventional stages of adult life while I suffer from retarded development. As the years pass it seems that my life diverges from theirs more and more. I live in a different world than they do. I’m a gay man in New York City, and although I have a partner like them, my life is not the same as theirs and it never will be. Straight people in their early 30s are not the same as gay people in their early 30s. I wonder if we’ll grow even more different as the years pass.
This isn’t good or bad and I don’t have any judgments to make about it. All I mean to say is that it’s, well, profound.
We’re three-dimensional creatures, we human beings, but sometimes it’s that fourth dimension, the one we can’t see – time – that causes the most wonderment.
The same thing happened to me. My straight friends with kids tend to socialize with other people with kids. I always felt like I stuck out.
Will your life never be the same because of you being gay or because of the decisions you make as a couple? If you decided to adopt a child, I don’t think your life would be that much different than your straight friends (or your straight friends who end up not having kids if you guys don’t).