Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:No, I would choose not to have children. I feel like I missed out on a lot of opportunities by having a child.
+1
This is why I tell people to think long and hard about having children.
I think some people are very black and white. I KNEW I wanted kids. I was enamored with them from the second they were born. I've never once felt like i missed anything. There are people on the other end who KNOW they don't want kids, no way, no how. However the people in the grey I think struggle with these things. Maybe they are in the grey because they have bought into an expectation that might not be true to their heart.
My mother was one of those. I think she probably should have never had kids, but she did, because that is what she was taught she was to do. She had very little interest in us and no patience. She went about being a mother with much resentment. However, now that we are older and she is older, she is great. She is like having an older friend who does not meddle in my business and who thinks everything I do is great. It has taken me awhile to warm up to her, though I don't think I ever attached to her, but we are in a good place now and I don't hold grudges (my sister though? Oh lordy!).
All of our experiences are different. For me, who always knew I wanted to be a mother, them growing up is very sad. Even though they are only in elementary, I feel like the sun is setting on their childhood. They now sometimes pull back when I grab their hand, tell me they are busy, don't really care for me to read to them, and seem now to want to be with their friends more than us, opposed to when they were little always wanting us, they are growing into independent individuals. It is sad to me because I now realize how magical their little years were, but I spent so much time buried in the trenches and hardly ever popped my head up to enjoy the view. Sometimes this feeling, makes me want to have a 3rd just so I can do it again and "do it right" this time and more enjoy the moment….event he late night feedings. God, what I would pay to have one more miserable night with my 6 month old nursing him back to sleep. One more night of his warm body against me in that rocking chair.