Not wanting kids: Is it just me?
in Psychology ·
I have to admit, the whole idea of wanting children feels completely abstract and foreign to me. I mean, what does that even entail? Don't get me wrong, I love kids. I really do. I see them out on the street and my heart just melts; I can relate to them, and I’d happily play with them until I’m exhausted. It's a full emotional package. But those are someone else's kids—they already exist. I can observe them and decide they're great, but that's where it ends.
How am I supposed to actually envision my own child? As some random toddler from a daycare center, or as this totally unique blend of me and a partner?
The first scenario feels a bit pointless to me, because it's like window shopping. You don't go to Target to stare at desk lamps, because not all products are identical; you can't look at a sample and predict the final result. Looking at a redhead girl with a specific accent doesn't mean that's what I'll end up with if I base my desire on mere attraction.
The second scenario is just too abstract. I can't predict an image like that, no matter how much effort goes into conception. Because it's so unknowable, I can't really "want" it, unless my desire is actually rooted in some idealized notion of happiness, peace, or the serenity of motherhood—but nobody has implanted that deep enough in me for my partner and me to both identify with it.
That's why I'm not entirely sure what a true female desire for a child actually looks like; I just can't find it within myself. If there are any traces of such a feeling, it's just a desire for the laughter, the joy, and those sweet little outbursts unique to small children—their clumsy movements, their noises, their facial expressions, things like that. But when you consider that this phase only lasts a few years, and my impulses are miles away from a permanent "desire for a child," I guess those are pretty shaky foundations for such a massive undertaking.
And that's not even touching on the issue of parenting—the fear of replicating behavior patterns we see at home or elsewhere that I definitely wouldn't want passed down, especially not through me.
So, yeah. I'm not about to upend two lives just because something seems cute or occasionally fun, without having any clue what the actual impact on my life will be. No thanks. I wouldn't take out a mortgage like that. 😉
How am I supposed to actually envision my own child? As some random toddler from a daycare center, or as this totally unique blend of me and a partner?
The first scenario feels a bit pointless to me, because it's like window shopping. You don't go to Target to stare at desk lamps, because not all products are identical; you can't look at a sample and predict the final result. Looking at a redhead girl with a specific accent doesn't mean that's what I'll end up with if I base my desire on mere attraction.
The second scenario is just too abstract. I can't predict an image like that, no matter how much effort goes into conception. Because it's so unknowable, I can't really "want" it, unless my desire is actually rooted in some idealized notion of happiness, peace, or the serenity of motherhood—but nobody has implanted that deep enough in me for my partner and me to both identify with it.
That's why I'm not entirely sure what a true female desire for a child actually looks like; I just can't find it within myself. If there are any traces of such a feeling, it's just a desire for the laughter, the joy, and those sweet little outbursts unique to small children—their clumsy movements, their noises, their facial expressions, things like that. But when you consider that this phase only lasts a few years, and my impulses are miles away from a permanent "desire for a child," I guess those are pretty shaky foundations for such a massive undertaking.
And that's not even touching on the issue of parenting—the fear of replicating behavior patterns we see at home or elsewhere that I definitely wouldn't want passed down, especially not through me.
So, yeah. I'm not about to upend two lives just because something seems cute or occasionally fun, without having any clue what the actual impact on my life will be. No thanks. I wouldn't take out a mortgage like that. 😉