It’s the question asked most often of women. Asked throughout their child-bearing years. When will you have a child? How many children do you plan to have? Why haven’t you had a child?
That last one is the kicker. And so it was with me. I’d skirted the subject often with always the same answer. I have no children and have proudly carried the badge of “voluntarily childless.” But children have haunted and added joy in various ways throughout my life.
My mother said, (I don’t remember this) when I was fourteen or so I announced to her “I’m never doing this” meaning have children. I’m sure it was one of those typical days when I, as the oldest of six, was saddled with everything from picking up toys to fixing lunch to changing diapers.
Add to that how, all through high school, I could plan activities with my friends only when I didn’t have a babysitting job. Hard and fast rule, I could have one foot out the door, the phone would ring and my plans were done and gone.
My plan to outsmart my parents, by saying I had a job when I didn’t, only worked for a while. Once found out, the pleading negotiation resulted in a reprieve of the rules on Saturday night only. A small success but success, nonetheless.
I’m not sure what influenced me the most, this high school experience or the 1960’s lecture from a sociology professor on how the world was already over-populated. Or the years I spent as a social worker in and around the foster care system.
All you need to see is families and especially children in chaos to realize the huge responsibility and life-long commitment it is to bring a child into the world. In my work, I took on the pseudo parent role, comforting a child as they realized their parent was incapable of meeting their most minimal needs. I became a pseudo family member as details were painfully worked out in providing for the emotional needs of a child. Through this, my child’s decision became cemented in adult reality.
But the pressures were always there. The raised eyebrows whenever the having children topic came up. The closest I ever came to motherhood was when my first husband and I discussed having a child.
It wasn’t a particularly good marriage and I always knew it would end. I’m not even sure how the topic came up, but it did, in a short conversation with no resolution. Then he brought me home a puppy.
The second closest time came when, due to a failed IUD, I was having strange symptoms. This was in a post-divorce relationship with no future. That really didn’t matter. This was my decision.
After thinking for three minutes, I knew I couldn’t do this; those were the days when choice was still available. But before I could even get confirmation, miscarriage happened. After a D & C, I chose a permanent solution. That was too close a call.
But children have graced my life in many ways. For my ten nieces and nephews, I’ve parented them with books. Through high school, for each of their birthdays I gifted them with a book-store certificate. The many lovely thank you cards are proof of my contribution to their wellbeing. Another gleeful addition was my family nick name, Auntie Karin the nice lady. It couldn’t get better than that.
One thing I often say and truly mean is I love other people’s children. I always check up on my friends and their kids. Stretching my non-motherhood even further, are several friends who are young enough to be my daughter. I’ve jokingly referred to them as the daughters I never had and that adds to the depth of our relationships.
Now that I’m well beyond my child-bearing years, I look back with no regrets and ahead with no worries about being old, alone and abandoned due to my childless situation. Several in the building where I live are estranged or neglected by their children. This reinforces my belief there are no guarantees. I’ve made all the important final arrangements without the benefit of children.
But the eternal question of motherhood is still churning its myths and expectations, A January 2022 article in The Week, Sterilized by Choice, recounts how young women today are experiencing the same pushback I faced decades ago. To them I say, think through your decision and then stand strong. Life without children can be rewarding and full in different ways. I haven’t missed a thing.