This is a fairly good description of my own feelings toward parenthood. Kids are great and fun, but I get all my nurturing fulfillment through having dogs and helping other people’s kids along. Love my nephew, like working with kids and young adults, but have no interest in being pregnant and less interest in actually having a child.
Edit: As for biological urges, I have none for that. I can squee at cute babies, dogs, cats, etc. but that doesn’t mean I ever want one of my own to keep.
Did he make that implication explicit? I mean, teaching gives my life meaning and purpose, but that doesn’t mean I think everyone who isn’t a teacher is a waste of carbon.
My daughter felt the same, ‘helping’ i.e., it was all on her, whether the parental units were home or not my sister raise her deranged lunatics. Therefore, my daughter thought she’d never want children.
I’m 45 and I have never felt a particular urge to have children. On occasion I’ve been so swept away by love or lust that I wanted to have a baby with a certain man, but I’ve never felt pangs at seeing other people’s babies.
I hope I’d love my kids like crazy if I had them, but I don’t have any and I am fine with that.
All I can tell you is my own experience. I’ve always been a very education/career-driven individual. Kids were ‘‘adopting someday, probably.’’ I didn’t much think of it beyond that. I’ve never liked kids all that much - they freak me out a little, being so vulnerable and all. But I’ve had kids in my life that I adore beyond words, so I know those kinds of bonds can exist.
When I first began recovering from depression, I wasn’t sure I wanted children at all, ever. I had just gotten the first opportunity to really enjoy the life I was given and I needed to just take care of me for a while. But that gets old. You can only ask yourself ‘‘Am I personally fulfilled?’’ so many times before it gets boring. I don’t need that kind of attention anymore. I’ve done the job of raising myself and now I want to share the love in this household with someone else. Because seriously, what we got up in the Casa de Olives is so awesome, it’d be a shame not to share it.
What I described above is purely psychological. But the biological clock is a total other thing. What I’m talking about is not a desire to have sex, but a desire to nurture and rear another human being. And yes, it is physical, it is absolutely freaking bizarre because I never in my life thought I would go through it. No one in my family had it.
It is a desire for physical and emotional contact and closeness with a child. It has absolutely nothing to do with sex.
As for not having a kid when you’re not ready, I completely agree. I don’t advocate people just have children because they really, really want to. That is something that I have had to come to terms with myself because while I may be psychologically prepared to do this, my husband is not, and we are really not in the optimal financial situation either. So we wait. Because it’s really about what’s best for the child.
I have a cat, by the way. I nurture the hell out of my cat and sometimes it does help. But a cat is not a child. A cat does not transform into a full-fledged human being with its own wishes, hopes, desires. A cat does not form relationships and make mistakes and learn from them and grow and contribute to society. A cat is not a child.
You make a good point (both you and Manda Jo) regarding the planned/not planned concept. I guess I just got this idea because many children in my family were unplanned. My mother was not at all prepared to become a mother at the age of 18, neither were my aunt or uncle prepared to become parents at age 15 and 16, and it affected the quality of life for all involved. My husband was also unplanned and for a long time felt responsible for his parents’ disastrous marriage. Sr. Olives and I, for the first 4 years of our marriage, used two different forms of birth control every time because we were both that concerned about an unplanned pregnancy.
But in a way I had to confront the inherent risk of having a kid when I first started looking into adoption. So many factors can play into the adoption experience, it’s scary to think of all the ways it can go wrong - but then I realized it’s no different giving birth. Having a kid is just a risk, period. You never know. That’s part of the adventure.
So yeah, I definitely see where you’re coming from there.
I have to wonder if the gap is overstated a bit here. I don’t think it helps to consider we’re so fundamentally different. I’m not really much different now than before I was ready to have kids.
Ever since I was a child, I’ve told everyone I don’t want children. I’m 30. Doesn’t mean I’m not good with them or don’t like them, I just don’t have the energy or drive. I have epilepsy so I would probably have to burden the father or get a livein nanny to help me get sleep. I see my family loves children, which is great but I really don’t want any. Doesn’t mean I don’t think about what my children would look like but really…I am selfish with my time. I don’t want to lock myself in my bathroom, with a child screaming “MOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMYYYYY!” banging on the door while I’m just trying to get me-time.
I think this is funny because apparently my body was programmed to want to get pregnant. My doc has said that while I am not seemingly fertile, my body wants to get pregnant (there are things that happen to my body during ovulation that are quite irritating, literally). But no, psychologically and physically, no. Don’t want a child. My nieces and nephews are fine. If I regret not having children when I’m older, well, I’ll live. I think one thing my parents are worried about is who will take care of me when I get old. lol
It’s not just between childfree women and women who have/want children, it’s between just people like this. I don’t want any and my bro and sis barely contact me and we live close. When we are together, I can tell there is a thick fog around, like pea soup. It’s like we have nothing in common…why talk? Quite frustrating.
"But I don’t like being responsible for their safety, I don’t like disciplining them when they’re being assholes, I don’t like having to pay attention to them constantly, I don’t have the energy to keep up with them 24 hours a day with no break and no privacy (kill me now), and I have never, ever, ever in my life thought to myself, “Man, I would love to have one of these of my very own.” On the contrary, I’m relieved I don’t have kids. I see the changes and the sacrifices that my friends have had to make since they’ve had kids, and I think, “Thank GOD I don’t need to worry about that.”
I also am frankly terrified of pregnancy and childbirth."
Totally my thoughts about this, too. I’m 33 and I value my own time way to much to take care of someone else 24/7.
49 and never wanted any kids. Pregnant 3 times, would have accepted having kids but totally unable to carry without my body shutting down.
I really do not like kids until they are housebroken and coherent. Hell, I don’t actually like puppies or kittens, I prefer adult animals. Oddly enough I have functioned just fine with 6 goddaughters, though it is probably because I know I can give them back at the end of the day/weekend/vacation.
mrAru and I had discussed it, and had agreed that if he wanted kids we could adopt one or two but we had to have a nanny. I have a temper that has a long slow burn with a violent explosion at the end of it and I do not want to be one of those abusive moms that kids end up in therapy about.