The whole subject is touchy. I was trying to pick a post to quote on the way in and this serves as good as any.
The abstract of raising kids is like comparing someone who’s never seen snow and an eskimo.
Are their lives different? Yup. Are there serious issues in dropping a lifetime maui-dweller on the polar icecap? Yup. Is someone better or worse for never seeing water in it’s naturally occurring solid form? Nope.
To answer the question: **Do I regret having kids? ** Never for very long.
I have two 7 year old boys. Just last month my wife said the prophetic statement: “I don’t think I’m pregnant…but I think I’m late.” And threw me into four days of thoughts I thought I’d never think again. Diapers, One more College Tuition, many sleepless nights, financial hardship.
My Wife asked me if I’d be happy or sad if she were pregnant. I said yes. If she was, I’d be happy and sad. If she weren’t, I’d also be happy and sad. We’d done it before, and we could do it again.
I look at my kids and think ‘How very happy I am I know this person.’ But then, I ALSO look at them and think ‘Honey, I’m sorry I gave you boys…they don’t think, and near as I can tell, they won’t til they’re 24.’
Your problems are your own. They’re valid whether they’re dealing with paying for braces, or whether or not you can swing that vacation home, or is it time to put the dog to sleep. I really REALLY miss our pre-kid earning potential. Discretionary no-think purchases started at $200 or so. Now I sweat every $20 bill. At the same time, I think part of that is the economy, and partly because my wife is working part time…taking care of the kids. But the whole family is much less stressed as a result.
Will you die alone? EVERYBODY dies alone. My grandfather, at 95, saw three full groups of friends die out before he did. That debate point is a non-starter.
Our modern society is VERY far removed from the caveman, stoneage, eat or be eaten way of life. Interacting with the world at that level is rare. The most powerful emotion I’ve EVER felt was when I held my first son, for the first time. It was hard to describe but it felt like DEEP DARK SLOW MOVING WATER. That kind of fear when you’re looking over the edge of a boat and you can’t see bottom.
The hardest thing I’ve ever done, was take care of a kid barfing and crapping out both ends. He couldn’t keep water down, you had to give him no more than a tablespoon at a time, and you had to wait five minutes between spoonfuls, or he’d throw it back up. This was two days after rushing the FIRST kid to the hospital for the same thing…at least there, they had him on an IV…now we knew what was going on, we had to ride it out. Every 5 minutes from 1:30am til 7am.
The thing with Parenthood is: it’s not about liking or not liking it. Parenthood is: You must do it, because you’re the parent. There is no question, because nobody asked you if you want to do it. But you get through it, and parts of it are so very worth it.
Unless you don’t want kids, then that’s just fine too. Just realize that some of the sour grapes are because you have problems I’d LOVE to have. 401k underperforming? Had a flu-bug on your cruise to Jamaica? Forgot to send in your quarterly tax statement? I’d love to be in your position, but I made a choice, and I’m living with the result. I had one friend agonize if he wanted to drop $12k on a racecar and trailer. I had another friend agonize about dropping $18k on a pair of propellers for his plane. Needless to say, I couldn’t relate.