I’m really enjoying this year’s I’m A Celebrity...Get Me Out Of Here! It’s my guilty TV pleasure.
But I did feel a tinge of sadness this week after hearing Lisa Snowdon talk of her regret at not having
When asked, the 44-year-old said that kids were on the agenda but that she was never with the right person and, now that she is, it’s too late.
For me, I think there is nothing worse than wanting kids, but never finding the right person to have them with.
I too thought my time had passed, but count my blessings that I met Sarah and now my second-born, Holly, has turned one this week.
I suppose it is different for men. Look at Ronnie Wood, he’s just had twins and he’s 135!
I have female friends who have made the decision long ago that they didn’t want kids.
They knew deep down it just wasn’t for them.
I have a lot of respect for them. They know that they enjoy their life the way it is and that a child is not that missing ingredient.
I know others that simply cannot have children, have come to terms with that fact and are happy with their lot.
Others have decided to go down the route of adoption.
Lisa must be a very strong woman to have accepted she now won’t have children, although we talked about this at home and felt that 44 isn’t too late these days.
We have friends who have just announced they are expecting their second baby.
They are in their early 40s and both pregnancies were through IVF.
They are the perfect example of never giving up hope.
If you really want something, then put yourself into a position to get it.
I have another female friend who is not sure whether she wants to be a mum.
She is 50/50. I told her not to leave her decision too long.
Of course it’s a question of personal choice.
But ask yourself this – will you feel the same at 50 or 60 when your time has passed?
NOW WE’VE GOT THE CHILDREN, CHRISTMAS HAS A NEW MEANING
I’ve caught the festive bug early this year. I think it’s because I’m looking forward to seeing our children’s faces – especially Freddie who, at two, is beginning to understand something special happens.
Christmas has taken on new meaning. It’s not about me any more, it’s about them.
Watching all the excited children on Gosport High Street as we switched on the Christmas lights with Santa on stage was magical.
With the cold weather, dark evenings and twinkling lights aglow, I may even allow Michael Buble’s festive album to get a play in the Jackson household this year.
Before kids, that Christmassy feeling arrived on the 24th when I finally got in from work. But now Ebenezer Scrooge has definitely left the building.
SO WHERE WILL MY COLLECTION OF FERRY AND BUS MEMORABILIA GO?
Do we move or do we improve? We’re getting itchy feet as more friends are moving.
We’ve been in our house in Alverstoke for three years now, but with two young children, our three-bed is running out of room.
House prices have gone ballistic. We’ve put our stamp on this house and it looks like the value has risen by 25 per cent. But so have all the others.
A decent-sized four-bedroom house is now between £350,000 and £400,000 in this area.
So with that in mind, maybe it’s time to turn the loft into an en-suite bedroom for us.
My one concern? Where will my vast collection of ferry and bus memorabilia go?
My wife has several ideas!