I was a little like that until I had a kid myself. Much less than you perhaps, but I didn’t have fun with kids, I never knew what to do, what to tell them, and I would be very unforgiving with kids who are cheating or lying for fun.

I always thought that when you have one, yours is different.

When i meet my soulmate, I knew she would be an awesome mother and it helped me retain some faith. We ended up having a boy who is now 4 and a half.

I just admit, I didn’t know I had this much patience in me. Still not knowing what the fall I’m doing but I lowered the bar as much as I could : he’s happy, and he’s fed.

Now it’s not always easy, and he test my limits by pushing all the proper buttons. Sometimes I ask my girlfriend for an… Emergency relief.

But now I kinda understand how to enter children’s world. Does work with all of them, and sometimes I must adapt. I still have a hard time tolerating crying over nothing serious, but I found ways to go around that and give hugs.

I try to remind myself of old memories when I did some very similar things with I was a kid, sometimes I’m not very proud…

All in all, I’m not telling to have kids, but just to say it can change. I just happened to have taken the “hard way”, and I did regret any of it.