There’s a refrain I sometimes hear from parents, which is “I wish I’d had children earlier”. I recently had my first child, aged 37, and I can’t imagine wishing I’d had children earlier. This is not at all because I’m regretful or not enjoying being a dad. In fact, I love it, and not once have I felt even a flicker of regret. I’m grateful for this, because I suspect there’s a lot of good fortune in my being able to make that claim.
