Interesting experience in contemplating fatherhood. Imagine the classic sci-fi/fantasy trope of the normal guy from our world suddenly confronted by the opportunity to leave our world and go exploring, to other planets or magical realms, see amazing things and have epic adventures across the multiverse. I’d always thought that, should the opportunity present itself, I’d probably end up going. That would be a terribly selfish decision to make, and I know it would be incredibly hurtful to my wife. But at the same time, I don’t know if I could resist the chance to travel to new worlds, to get to see and do things that no other human would have the chance to. I would probably always hate myself for it, but I think I might have gone for it.
Then this morning, I’m on my way to work listening to the Drabblecast, and the feature story (“Snow Day” by Nalo Hopkinson) is basically someone (well, a group of someone’s, and some talking animals, and…well, listen to the story) getting presented with just this kind of situation. And I found myself imagining that I was getting the offer, and I immediately thought “Nope.” The thing that flashed through my mind was my wife and my daughter, and the thought of abandoning them just did not seem like a possibility anymore.
But if they were there with me, I’d drag them along myself!