I have a seven year old and it's so much more than you can imagine. I remember when my wife was pregnant with him I was excited but kind of unsure of the whole thing. That changed the instant he was born. When the nurse took him away and I heard him scream, nature took over. He was mine, right there it hit me, "that's my boy, my Junior" and I had to make sure those damned nurses weren't hurting him. I ran over just to be next to him why he was being cleaned off. I cannot explain it. It's what we're here for, to create life and keep this ball rolling.
Now that he's 7 it?s only gotten better. I've introduced (my wife says indoctrinated) him to all the things I like, and now he loves Indy. The coolest thing is that his birthday is May 22. I got the teaser poster for him for Christmas and there on the bottom is May 22. He loves it.
Kids are great but you have to teach them everything, they are sponges that pick up all your good and bad habits. I've had to change a lot of what I do because I see how he reacts to me. In a way, he's helped make me a better person while I try to raise him with a sense of morals and respect. What ever you decide, thoroughly think it out and good luck with whatever you decide. It's a helluva ride.