In the past few weeks, I've been asked to do a couple of things that I never thought I would find myself doing in my lifetime.
Recently, coordinators with both the Bowling Green Old Settlers Festival and Saline City Picnic Festival asked me if I would be interested in judging their annual baby contests.
To be honest, I was quite hesitant at first.
After all, so many parents around me are always telling me, "what do you know about kids anyway. You're not a parent."
And they're right.
I am not parent. But I hope to be one day, and hopefully, it will come sooner rather than later.
Anyway, representatives from both festivals asked us to judge their contests and I thought, "why not."
How hard can it be?
Boy, it can be really difficult.
So many children. So many cute faces. So many adorable outfits.
How does one judge who the cutest is when you're sitting in front of 15 unbelievably cute little youngsters?
It really is hard.
I feel sympathy for anyone who is asked to judge these pageants.
Asking questions to a 4-year-old -- who is really interested in the swing set outside -- can be challenging.
But, for the most part, they're into what they're doing.
I even had an opportunity to see a 2-year-old Elvis impersonator Monday at the Saline City Picnic.
Jokingly, I told the pageant coordinator it was probably the only time she had in her lifetime to actually say, "Elvis has left the building."
They really were all cute children. From the littlest of ones to the 7-year-olds. They all wanted to win.
Which brings me back to the whole parent thing.
Years ago, I never thought I'd want to be a parent.
I kept telling myself I needed get my priorities together before I really could take time to care for someone else. It wouldn't be fair to a child.
In the past few years, I have managed to do that. Unlike years before, I have control over things now.
Because of this, I feel like I am ready to be a parent.
But you really can't plan something like this, can you?
I think you can plan on becoming a parent, but I think it would be much more satisfying if it was the surprise at the dinner table. That first topic of conversation after a long day.
"Honey, how was your day?"
"Fine. Guess what?"
"We're going to have a baby."
That would be one mess on the floor I would be glad to clean up.
I look forward to the day of becoming a father. I only hope I can be as good as mine has been.