Whenever I get the chance to babysit or weigh in on issues affecting one of the teens in our life, I consider it an opportunity to flex my parenting muscles. It gives me a glimpse at what life might be like for me if and when my husband and I become parents. Granted, the real thing will be very different. When you're babysitting, you can send little Johnny home when he starts crying, vomiting, or acting up. You can't do that when little Johnny is your kid.
Still, I recommend babysitting and seeing what it's like to be responsible for a child and rear him or her, even if for just an hour or two. You might get pushed to your limit. You might fall in love. You might decide to try to have a baby.

