From a young age, I’ve held firm to the belief that parenthood isn’t for me. While many kids dream of having little ones of their own, I found dolls unsettling and real babies more of a nuisance than a joy. When I expressed my thoughts to my parents, they would often say, “You’ll change your mind.” But here I am at 25, and my stance remains unchanged.
In my eyes, children have never held the charm that captivates so many others. I adore animals, yet human infants come off as little, wailing, messy extraterrestrials. I’ve read plenty of parenting articles that highlight the immense stress of raising children, not to mention the trials of pregnancy and childbirth — all for the chance to raise someone who might not even appreciate you. That’s simply too risky for my taste.
Moreover, I know I wouldn’t excel as a parent. I dislike being tied down to others. After hosting friends for a weekend, I look forward to enjoying my solitude again. Admittedly, I even grew tired of my gerbils for keeping me awake with their nighttime antics. It might sound selfish, but I flourish in my personal freedom, and any disruptions to my alone time can throw off my balance and productivity. My career is a huge passion of mine, and I often work nights and weekends while fiercely protecting my time — it’s like my own little project, minus the crying and diaper changes.
Despite my indifference to children, people often assume I must adore them. In casual chats, friends ask me about baby names or how many kids I want. Their faces often register shock when I respond with “none.” Parents whose children invade my space in public places tend to smile as if I should feel honored by their kids’ attention. I can’t help but think that if I were a man, I wouldn’t face these same expectations.
I would hope that any man I date doesn’t make the assumption that all women are naturally inclined to love children. In the past, I didn’t prioritize my feelings about parenthood when considering potential partners, thinking perhaps I would change my mind or they would. However, watching several friends’ relationships suffer due to disagreements about having children has made me realize that dating someone who wants kids would be a waste of time. It would only prolong an inevitable breakup.
Although kids aren’t usually a topic for first dates, some dating platforms now let you indicate your preferences about children on your profile. I still haven’t figured out how to broach this subject comfortably when meeting someone in person, but I’ll keep you posted if I crack the code.
Sometimes I consider the possibility of compromising for an ideal partner who insists on having children, but I’ve since dismissed that thought. I couldn’t sacrifice my comfort for someone else’s desires. Even if I were to adopt, I still wouldn’t be the best parent. That’s perfectly fine; I excel in plenty of other areas, such as a game where you have to sing songs based on random words thrown out.
A conversation with a friend about her challenging relationship with her mother cemented my beliefs: “I don’t think she ever truly wanted kids,” she said. “She just had them because it was expected. Now she resents me for it.” I never want to be a parent who feels bitterness toward their children, which is precisely why I’ve decided against motherhood altogether.
As more individuals choose to remain child-free, it’s becoming increasingly clear that not having a family doesn’t diminish one’s life fulfillment. There are countless children in the world, and those who should bring new life into it are the ones who genuinely want to — the people who loved babysitting or dreamed of being teachers to inspire young minds, all that sentimental stuff I admire but can’t personally relate to.
As for me, I’ve successfully raised three gerbils to adulthood, so I think a cat may be the next step. I wouldn’t mind being the fun aunt either; you can enjoy your time with your nieces and nephews and then hand them back to their parents. Plus, I can still focus on my work while enjoying the company of cats. But parenting is a lifelong commitment, and I respect that responsibility, which is why I know it’s not for me.
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In summary, my choice to remain child-free is a thoughtful one, rooted in self-awareness and respect for the parenting journey. I embrace my life as it is, with the freedom to pursue my passions and enjoy the company of pets and loved ones without the responsibilities of raising children.