The most self-serving decision I ever made was deciding to become a parent. When I tied the knot 14 years ago, the idea of motherhood was far from my mind. It wasn’t until two years into our marriage that the inquiries began, and by our fifth anniversary, family pressures intensified. Every family visit revolved around one singular topic—children. Conversations were peppered with subtle jabs and direct suggestions, often implying that there must be something wrong with me, as if my uterus was the source of our choice to remain childless.
Compounding our situation, two close friends welcomed babies just days apart. One of those friends lived nearby, and I found myself frequently helping her out, playing peekaboo and rocking her baby to sleep after long workdays. While I genuinely enjoyed those moments, I quickly recognized that it wasn’t for me. I never felt a maternal instinct or longing for that life. My career was fulfilling, and I cherished the freedom that came with being child-free. Weekend getaways and spontaneous trips, like a jaunt to South Africa, defined our blissful existence.
Occasionally, when the toddler next door called me “mummy,” my heart would skip a beat, but I brushed it off. My husband, too, enjoyed the toddler’s antics but had his limits; he could only handle the chaos for about an hour before he was ready to retreat. We were not resentful or feeling incomplete; we simply preferred our lives without children. We happily babysat but always felt a wave of relief when the parents returned.
We often received comments such as, “You’d make great parents!” or “Stop being so selfish!” But they couldn’t possibly know our potential as parents—we were simply having fun. In fact, whenever I heard someone suggest we were selfish, I wanted to shout, “It’s you who are being selfish! We’re doing a favor for the planet!”
For twelve years, we repeatedly reaffirmed our decision to remain child-free. The pitter-patter of tiny feet didn’t enchant us, and the allure of chubby cheeks failed to sway our resolve. But then, something shifted. As our friends’ children grew, we began to feel a longing for that same connection, for the unconditional love that comes with parenthood.
It all changed unexpectedly during a layover on a memorable trip to Hawaii. While in line at Starbucks, my husband turned to me and said, “I didn’t sleep at all last night. I want us to have a child of our own.” Just like that, my world flipped upside down. I rushed to the restroom, overwhelmed and confused, caught between excitement and dread. This decision would mark the end of our life as we knew it, but it also opened the door to something new—something that I had once dismissed.
Parenthood brings with it a plethora of lessons that we are now responsible for passing on. It’s daunting, yes, but it also holds the promise of joy and pride. Some claim that being a parent is the ultimate act of selflessness, yet for us, it was the desire for fulfillment that drove our choice.
Being a mother has introduced a level of joy I never imagined. The laughter shared with my child far exceeds the happiness I experienced in the previous 36 years of my life. I delight in the snuggles, the first sloppy kisses, and the hugs that fill my heart with warmth. Our child has become our world, and while we prioritize her needs, we ultimately prioritize our happiness as well.
Sacrifice? It’s not in our vocabulary. Selflessness? Not a chance. Everything we do, we do because it brings us joy and fulfillment. We were selfish then, and we continue to be selfish now—but we wouldn’t trade it for anything.
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Summary
The author’s journey from a child-free lifestyle to embracing parenthood reflects a shift in perspective. Initially resistant to the idea of having children, the couple faces family pressure and societal expectations. As they spend time with friends’ children, they begin to feel the desire for their own. Ultimately, the decision to become parents is framed as a selfish, yet fulfilling choice that brings joy and connection, challenging the narrative that parenthood is purely selfless.