When I was a high school junior, we had a young English teacher who in a rare deviation from our other teachers, would sometimes veer off the course laid out in the syllabus, and embark on speculation. One day he put forth the opinion that when a person has children, the life focus is off the parent and on the children.
Even to a teen, that made sense to me because at the time I was reading The Forsyte Saga, a novel which delved deeply into the generations of the Forsyte family. And sure enough, it was turning out to be true: the reader invested a lot of time and attention to the characters in the first saga, who were destined to become secondary characters when their children entered the picture. The older characters were no longer as interesting, and became increasingly irrelevant. I thought the teacher had a valid point.
Life intervened and the proposed thesis played out. The anticipation, excitement and adventures of life surface and are explored, only to be subsumed when other newer lives take precedence.
(I spilled Sprite on my keyboard several days ago, and have been unable to clear its effects. Typing is tedious. Will have to return later...)
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