That’s really lovely. Something to think about.
Not to answer for Maastricht, but having been in a bit the same boat, I’d say that there’s a bit of a disconnect from not being a lover of kids in general to wanting to have your own kids. In fact, I’m forced to admit that I don’t know why I wanted to have kids. I wouldn’t be surprised if the basest possible answer – namely, to prove that I could – was the right one. Plus there’s good old-fashioned curiosity, the kind that leads people to mix a couple of chemicals together just to see what happens.
Anyway, as to the OP – I guess I was intermittently a social outcast as a kid, but there were times when I really liked being a kid. I didn’t help that my family moved a lot. I would say, on balance, that I had a happy childhood – especially when I read about the horrendous childhoods other people had. Today I’m fairly indifferent to kids as a species, excepting my own. But beyond that, you have to allow for individuality in kids as much as you do in adults. Some kids are annoying, some vicious, some angels – same as for adults, in other words.
So I guess I neither confirm nor deny the theory in the OP, seeing as I fall somewhere in the middle!
Meh, I wasn’t a horrible outcast in school, but I was a bit of a social misfit. I don’t like children much now, but it’s mostly the noisenoisenoisenoise I can’t stand. The Grinch could be my long-lost brother. I do, however, adore my little sister and my neighbor’s kid, but I can get away from them when they start to get on my nerves.