I’ll be the first to acknowledge that my maternal instincts seem to have been wired incorrectly. I was never the girl who daydreamed about motherhood; in fact, that version of me has yet to materialize. Over the years, I’ve oscillated between wanting children and not wanting them—like a twisted game of hopscotch. Two feet down: absolutely no kids. One foot down: maybe, but it feels off-kilter and disorienting. Recently, I’ve firmly landed on the side of two feet down.
This decision often leaves people perplexed. They struggle to grasp how a woman could consciously choose a life without what society expects us to desire. Here are some questions that have been directed towards me regarding my childless friends (and likely towards me as well):
- What’s wrong with her?
- Is she unable to have kids?
- Is she in a same-sex relationship?
The usual response I receive is pity, often followed by reassurances—encouragement to reconsider my life choices. Once, a very pregnant woman learned I was childless and pity radiated from her like sunshine. She tilted her head, raised her eyebrows, and made a sorrowful scrunchy face. “Don’t fret,” she comforted. “A few years ago, I hadn’t even met my partner, and now look at me!” Okay, let’s take a breath here.
Did I ever assume that you stumbled into your life through an unexpected pregnancy? Did I project my fears onto you and assure you that freedom would come in 18 years? No, I did not. So please, extend me the same courtesy. My unmarried status and childless life are not indicators of failure or fate’s cruel design; they are deliberate choices. I haven’t been meandering through life, allowing random events to dictate my decisions.
Sure, there’s been a bit of aimless wandering along the way. My twenties were a time of exploration, and while circumstances have influenced my path, I’ve made thoughtful decisions as well. Let me explain.
I adore children. As a nanny, I witness some truly remarkable moments. I get to see kids experience the world for the first time and assist them as they tackle complex dilemmas with their little minds. Children inspire me with their resilience, curiosity, and ability to embrace the present. There is nothing quite like when a toddler rushes into my arms, ecstatic to show off their latest art project. Kids make me feel cherished and fulfilled.
However, they can also be demanding little tyrants. They are like tiny beings who need immediate gratification and have no clue about the effort involved in their care. They don’t realize how fortunate they are to nap, and they certainly don’t reimburse the expenses they incur. And on a personal note, kids of all ages have a tendency to invade my personal space in ways that can feel quite intrusive. These issues pale in comparison to the mental challenges they present as they grow older. Anyone who claims that raising kids is easy is either lying or has full-time help.
Now, let’s have an honest conversation about intimacy. Like many women, I grapple with deep-seated issues regarding my body and worth. I refer to it as my “temptress quotient.” This stems from complex roots that go beyond fitting into my jeans. It encompasses everything I’ve seen happen in relationships and the lengths people go to in pursuit of satisfaction. It’s shaped by the examples set before me and my own experiences. I worry about how motherhood could alter my identity, and yes, it’s about fitting into my skinny jeans too.
Ultimately, I’m faced with a few fundamental questions: Am I ready to be responsible for another human being? Have I developed into the person I need to be to be a good parent? Am I equipped to provide a child with everything they deserve?
Let me clarify: I’m not claiming my reasoning is foolproof. I know many fabulous mothers who are just as alluring after having kids. I’m also aware that I might wake up in a decade and regret not experiencing motherhood. I might even change my mind tomorrow. My motivations may be selfish and rooted in fear, but they are my considerations, and I’ve invested significant time in understanding them. Just because motherhood is a role you can’t envision living without doesn’t mean I’m not capable of making a conscious choice.
Life doesn’t simply happen to me; I actively shape it.
So, let’s agree on this, expectant mother. Instead of exchanging condolences over our chosen paths, let’s acknowledge that we’re both exactly where we want to be.
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Summary:
In the article, the author reflects on her choice to remain childless, countering societal expectations and assumptions about motherhood. She candidly discusses her experiences as a nanny, her love for children, and her deep-seated concerns about parenting. With a focus on personal agency and choice, she invites others to respect her decision while advocating for understanding and acceptance of diverse life paths.