Go ahead and judge me if you must, but I can envision a life without children. Yes, even without my spirited four-year-old son. There, I said it. It’s a taboo thought, but it’s honest.
When my high-needs baby was around eight months, I found myself in a conversation with my colleague, Mark. I asked him if he and his wife had planned for twins and then a third child shortly thereafter or if it was an unexpected surprise. He shared it was the latter, but he wouldn’t change a thing.
“You wouldn’t?” I probed, unable to hide my skepticism. How could he not imagine life without the chaos of three little ones under six? Did he live in a different reality? His bewildered expression reflected my own disbelief at the idea that someone could not even momentarily consider life without children.
“I can,” I asserted. “I vividly recall my pre-parenting life, and yes, I can envision having that back.”
Being the respectful individual he is, Mark let my seemingly selfish musings slide as we returned to our tasks.
As time went on, I noticed a recurring theme: many parents who had children unexpectedly struggled to fathom their lives without them. It was as if they were trapped in a haze of blissful delusion, likely due to exhaustion or perhaps their partners were taking the brunt of parenting duties while they indulged in snacks and daytime TV.
I could imagine my life without my child, even if only for a few moments at a time. I fondly recalled evenings spent binge-watching reality shows without interruption, enjoying leisurely meals from the fridge, or spontaneous nights out dancing with friends. I could even remember the simple joy of a full night’s sleep, uninterrupted by the cries of a baby. Oh, how I longed for those days again!
But it didn’t stop there. I could also vividly picture my pre-baby routine: delightful runs with my dog along the familiar three-mile loop, carefree bike rides with the wind in my hair, and the sheer freedom of a life focused solely on me. If I allowed myself to drift, I would even romanticize my past life, making it seem better than it truly was.
Do I love my child? Absolutely! I would never let anything happen to him. I would protect him at all costs, having sacrificed sleep, health, and precious free time for the past several years. I adore him more than anything else in this world.
Yet, I often find myself pondering the question posed by those blissful parents: “I wouldn’t have it ANY other way.” I ask myself, “Would I?” If I had the chance to rewind time, would I change the course of my life? Would I trade this beautiful, intelligent, and entertaining little being who sees me as his world?
When faced with that question, I hesitate. I can clearly imagine the freedom and joy that came with my previous lifestyle. Honestly, it wasn’t so bad after all.
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In summary, while the joys of parenthood are undeniable, it’s perfectly normal to reflect on life before children and to appreciate the freedom that once was.
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