Fortunately, as a man, people have gotten off my back about being childless. I can only imagine this is very much what my wife has to endure.
Simple fact is for all my griping, I love kids. I love the kids you have. I love that you have kids. Why don’t you just worry about those kids & leave us willfully childless alone about it
Sabine Heinlein | Longreads | April 2015 | 16 minutes (3,886 words)
One time, when I was in my early twenties, I shared a hospital room with a mother of many. I had a skin infection that wouldn’t respond to oral medication, and the 50-something-year-old woman had severe, inexplicable hives. Our main topic of conversation revolved around neither of our ailments. It was about my not wanting to have children. She was insistent, which seemed ironic considering her hives flared up whenever her family visited her on Sundays. I eventually compromised with the woman. Okay, I said, I will put off my decision until I reach my thirties. “You are starry-eyed,” she huffed. “You young women want it all. But you can’t have it all!” Maybe, I thought, some of us don’t want it all.
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