Our first kid was born a week after I turned 27.
We got married at 23. If you had asked me at 25 whether I was ready for a kid, I would have said “No.”
That summer my dad was diagnosed with terminal cancer. That put things into much sharper focus, and it turned into a question of “If not now, when?” — so we decided to go for it.
My dad got to meet his first grandchild. Three weeks later his cancer started growing again. Three months later he was dead.
In my opinion, the greatest disservice we do to the young is shielding them from the reality that life comes to an end, and it’s going to pass by whether you are ready for it or not.
Adulthood is basically accepting that there are things you want / need to do, even though you are afraid or uncertain how they will turn out.