If having kids is so great, why is so much of what I hear about it negative, or indifferent? This includes talking to friends, overhearing conversations, reading stuff online, etc. (I realize that most of my friends don’t have kids. But still.) I don’t have the desire to recreate myself – I think narcissism is a terrible reason to reproduce anyway. I like being able to spend money on things that I want, instead of on tacky toys and clothing that will be outgrown in a few months. I like having free time, and getting 8 hours of sleep, and being able to drink wine with dinner without feeling neglectful or irresponsible.
Seems to me that the biggest argument for having children (aside from biological urges which are not based in logic but in our innate need to preserve the species…at least by procreating, if not by keeping our habitat livable…which one is more important here?) is that you’re more likely to have people who’ll take care of you as you age. Also it’s nice to have family, but I know I’ll have nieces/nephews so that’s not a huge concern – family is family, whether they come out of my vagina or someone else’s.
My question is…….are having children actually worth it? I mean, you don’t hear the bards sing praises of raising kids like you hear them sing about falling in love. Or do you, and I’m listening to the wrong music?
Really I’m feeling snarky about everything right now because one of my customers just called and basically told me that I’m doing my job wrong, when her coworker very clearly ordered (as in, read me the manufacturer’s number) the item she accused me of fucking up today. So that made me want to throw mini bouncy-balls at her. And the lady who sits in the adjacent cube was just talking about her most recently trip to the mall with her teen-aged daughter. Both of these combined to make me decide that having children makes absolutely no sense at all unless you want them to take care of you in your old age (a safer route would seem to be a retirement fund), or if you just get off on having “mini-me’s” running around and feeling important in the world you’ve created in which you ARE important.
Anyway, I need to chill out now. Rant is over.
EDIT: I had published this a couple of days ago but took it down because I felt like it was unnecessarily bitter. But two people have shared it so I figured I’d put it back up. Comments are welcome, and do know that I’m not feeling bitter about the subject at the moment! Sometimes I think I’d like having kids, sometimes I don’t. So when I have mixed feelings about something, my instinct is to analyze both sides logically – which is what the entry basically amounts to.