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In being member of allnurses for over a decade, I have seen, yet not entirely read, countless threads by nurses who have or wanted children and the subsequent problems with the working schedule, furthering their education, or what have you.
I did a little research and found:
Ten Common Reasons to Have Children
They Want to Create a Family
To Carry on the Family Name and Values
They Love Babies and Small Children
Human Biology
To Give and Receive Unconditional Love
To Give Their Children the Chance to Enjoy Existence
To Give Meaning to Their Life
To Create and Mold a Life
To Fix the Mistakes of Their Parents
Social Pressure and Expectations
From: https://wehavekids.com/having-baby/Most-Common-Reasons-Why-People-Want-Children
I was about 10 years old when I first realized that maybe I didn't want to have children. It was probably in the Summer of 1967 and I was reading one of my Mom's books titled, You'll Die in Singapore.
In the book, the main character was thinking about his Army buddies who fretted over receiving or not receiving letters from their families. I remember a line that went something like, "He was glad that he had no load to weigh him down except the pack on his back".
I remember thinking something like, "Yeah- he can focus on being a soldier and not have to worry about much of anything else".
When I was about 16 years old, I read Pearl Buck's The Good Earth and remember all the hardships of Wang Lung, O-Lan, and their children. Again, I remember thinking, "Yeah- it's best not to have children".
I recently re-established, after about 20 years of no contact, communication with my high school sweetie, Racol. Among many other things, we talked about our failed relationship, her marriage, her children, and her divorce.
Racol and I dated through high school and for a some years thereafter. Once, in 1977, I was taking a lunch break, from working as a store clerk/deliveryman for a paint company, at her parents' place. Racol was home after her junior year in college.
I happened to mention that I was being considered for a position as the assistant store manager. Racol brightened up and exclaimed, "If you are the assistant store manager, then we can get married!"
I knew Racol wanted to have children and to make a long, long story short, let's just say that I sabotaged everything.
In 1979, I was engaged to Cynthie and took a class on Marriage & Family. I figured that I had to take a class before I got a driver's license, so I may as well take a class before I got a marriage license. But, Cynthie and my marriage was never meant to be.
During this time, however, I asked my Dad, the father of six of us, why he had children. His reply was, "I don't know. I never really thought about it. It was just the thing to do, I guess". And Dad was a pretty darn good dad.
So I was unmarried and without children when I decided to go into nursing. Like the soldier, "I had no load to weigh me down except (my nursing textbooks)."
I was working as an LPN when I had a vasectomy, performed by a urologist friend, at the age of 29 3/4, three months before I got married the first time.
I never wanted to have children.
Okay, I've given some of my thoughts and background in my decision not to have children.
What say you?
I have a daughter from a previous relationship, my husband has two sons from two previous relationships. We have no children together. I never really wanted kids and while I love my daughter to the ends of the world she wasn't a planned pregnancy. Same with both of my step sons, I love them like my own but neither one resulted from a planned pregnancy during a stable relationship.
I already had an appointment to have my tubes tied when I started dating my husband as I knew I absolutely did not want more children. That was an awkward conversation to say the least. It went something like "I'm not sure where this relationship is heading but it seems like it might get serious so you need to know I don't want to have another baby so if that is something you know you want we need to decide now if this relationship is worth pursuing." He agreed that three children between us was enough thank goodness. We've been married 25 years now and no regrets about not extending our family. This decision had nothing to do with nursing as a career by the way as I didn't even start nursing school until we had been together a few years.
Now we are older and in the situation where grandkids are the thing. All three of our kids are grown and settled. My boys are both married, my daughter has a long time boyfriend but marriage and/or kids is not a priority for either one of them.
One of my sons and his wife made the decision to not have children at all, my other son has blessed up with a grandson and the second is on the way. They are already planning to stop with this second boy. My daughter also has no plans for children so those two grandbabies will be our only ones.
I am very family oriented, and always wanted kids. Not to have someone to love me, but because I love being around kids and babies. Had 3, and love them all to bits. Would have had more, but was widowed and raised them on my own from the ages of 6, 9 & 12. Now I have 2 adopted grandchildren, 1 by birth, and 2 more fostering with my son.
I just like doing things with kids, teaching and having fun. Guess I never grew up so much that the "childlike" things became passe; I took my kids hiking, camping, canoeing, car tripping, music, homeschooling, book reading as a family by the fireplace, ran Scout troops and Cubs, Asst. Scoutmaster; took troops to jamborees, rock climbing, caving, out of state trips.... My Scouts earned a LOT of badges and awards, and I was so proud to see all their accomplishments and growth and independence.
My oldest daughter came home from college and said, "Mom! did you know other moms don't do all these things? My friends want you to adopt them".
I have volunteered in orphanages around the world. (well, 3 countries anyway).
Interesting topic. I've thought about this a lot as I'm a brand new parent of nearly 5 months. For reference, I've been a nurse for 4 years now and I'm in my mid-20's.
I think being a mom was always something I thought about eventually being while growing up, but I knew I wanted to be married and have a degree and a career before doing so. In 2019, three weeks before getting married, we unexpectedly but joyously learned I was pregnant. Unfortunately we lost that pregnancy 3 days before we wed. Kids weren't on our mind before I saw those 2 lines, but once we realized we had one on the way (and eventually lost them) it was like something clicked in me that said "it's time now." So, 6 months after marrying, we conceived again - this time intentionally - and our son was born 9 months later.
I think my motivation for wanting children is my own selfish desire to have someone of my own and love them unconditionally. I hope that my son will love me back, but making him to have someone to love me wasn't the drive. Upon deep reflection, I realize, too, that having kids was just something everyone does (I know it's not).
I respect people that have children and I respect people that choose not to have children. As loved and wanted as my son is, it took having him to realize just how different life is for me now. Everything I do or don't do revolves around him now. I repeat: my son is so loved and wanted. But I realize now that I had more opportunity and potential to do whatever else I wanted with my life, perhaps accomplish more personally/professionally/financially, if we'd waited to have him. But then, he wouldn't be here and my life now doesn't feel complete without him. The thought is a double-edged sword.
Never wanted children of my own, or as I sometimes put it, "from scratch".
When I was quite young, I saw my mother's OB-GYN texts from Columbus-Presbyterian Hospital School of Nursing, circa1935. OMG, the photos!
Didn't much like too many kids when I was a kid, they weren't very nice and picked on me. But I did have some good friends. I didn't much enjoy being a kid, either. And babies? Decided at age 10 it wasn't going to happen! Baby= WetwrigglydroolyNOISYcrying! When I was 14 & 15, I did have several regular baby-sitting jobs, and they were okay...ages spanned 2-12 years old. Not a problem, but as I got older I was NOT the one to babysit friend's kids. When I was around 26, I went to a Planned Parenthood clinic and had my tubes cut, tied, and cauterized so there would be NO chance of pregnancy. My husband, when I told him back before we got married, that I did not want to have children. He had a dgt from a previous marriage, and thought it quite likely she would give him some grandchildren, so he said he guessed it was okay with him that I didn't want kids. He also said that "Cut, Tied, and Cauterized" sounded like the names of a lawyers office!
72 y.o.now, and have never had one single second of regret for not having children.
I'm childless mostly because I'm gay and you need a man and woman to have a child. That aside, I am part of the generation of gay men that broke down the barriers and started to have children, so it was an option for me to consider.
I know those years when kids are little between age 1 to 4 or 5 are a magical times. It's often the highlight of many people's lives.
Maybe they were a magical time for my parents too but all three of us kids grew up to give my parents trouble in one way or another as teens and young adults. My brother got into heroin as a teenager. I came out young and rebelled and got into alcohol. My sister is bipolar and gave them all kinds of grief. When she was 50 she got arrested for drugs.
Seeing what they went through and the type of genes I have was a big part of me saying no to kids. The other part is I come from a cycle of abuse. My mother was abused and was borderline abusive to us. I can't say I was an abused child, but pretty close to it both physically and emotionally. I was afraid I would have the same type of short fuse and raise mixed up kids.
No regrets except it sure would be nice to have adult children to look after me as I age and grandkids. But I have no regrets. I've had a great childless life.
On 3/18/2022 at 9:59 PM, No Stars In My Eyes said:When I was around 26, I went to a Planned Parenthood clinic and had my tubes cut, tied, and cauterized so there would be NO chance of pregnancy.
On 2/18/2021 at 5:09 PM, Davey Do said:I was working as an LPN when I had a vasectomy, performed by a urologist friend, at the age of 29 3/4, three months before I got married the first time.
No Stars, did you get any flak from the professionals when you had your tubes tied?
I ask because the urologist was very hesitant to perform a vasectomy on an unmarried, childless 29 year old. I finally said, "Look, doc, I like you and know you are good at what you do. I would prefer that you perform this procedure on me, but if you won't, there's somebody else somewhere who will".
He conceded to perform the vasectomy and we talked baseball through the entire procedure.
No flak. I wanted to have it done when I was 22, but for some reason I couldn't make that appt, so my sister took the appt and had her tubes tied. I had to wait until I was older, but not because anyone gave me grief. I went to Planned Parenthood in Nashville,TN. (Completely paid for by Blue Cross/Blue shield) I had nerves which were unleashed when they gave me (?) IV Valium. While I lay there trembling uncontrollably one of the personnel asked me "Honey, Is someone forcing you to do this?" I said something like, No,no, don't stop! I'm just nervous because I never had any surgery!" Then, afterwards they wanted to give me a pain shot of Demerol which I refused because it made me terribly sick. I told them to just give me some Tylenol#3, and they did.
Forever after if anyone asked me if I had children, I said no, I couldn't have kids. If they said "Oh, I'm so sorry..." I'd say, "It's okay. I've come to terms with it."
Such an interesting topic. And great insight. I'm adopted - I was given up by a 19 y/o who had no idea how she would raise a child. I was in an orphanage for 2 years and then was adopted by an older couple who couldn't have bio-kids. They were two people who should never have been married, let alone have kids. However, I guess I turned out okay - LOL.
I had my first child at 22 (unplanned) while I was in the military. We married and have been married 42 years now. We had a planned second pregnancy when I was 27. Both sons were very very much loved - we spent all our time together as a family and because of my husband's military career we had the opportunity to travel and live many places overseas.
We now have custody of our 15 y/o grandson who has had a horrendous trauma-filled life up until he was 13. He has half-siblings and all of them have different fathers and all have been traumatized to some extent by choices their mother made.
For me, the moral of the story is if you don't want children don't have them. Children are too precious to be raised where they either aren't wanted or are abused.
Wow, Trauma, you and yours have been through a lot. I agree with your last two sentences.
One of the reasons I didn't want kids was that I realized I didn't have the temperament for raising kids. I had a hard time developing emotional maturity for myself. I was made to feel like I was 'too much', and 'not enough.' I still have little shreds of that sneaking around inside me now and then.
I hurt a lot, emotionally, as a child. So, even though I didn't want to give birth, I did and do believe that kids need to be heard and treated as real people. I have been told that I am "good with kids". I think that's because I vowed, when I was a child, I would never treat anyone like I was treated, and I was adamant about that.
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Davey, Kids are a different criteria altogether! A mind is a holy thing for me. And a young, innocent mind should be cherished. I have nephews and nieces aged 5 to 12 and I always want the babysitting duties. I swear the conversations, the topics, their choices of activities are the most fascinating things. I would propose that instead of having vacations, adults should go to camp with 5 to 9 year old kids. Now that's relaxation! The things they say and do.
My parents can have the biggest fights but all of us know it's for show. My mother rules the roost and my dad knows that she's far more competent than he could ever be. I have three siblings and I am the 2nd youngest. My older brother is an engineer and useless. He works and lives his life of playing games. It runs him and he's happy doing that. My older sister runs my father's law firm. She's the general manager. Every Sat night is family night for Dungeons and Dragons. Only my father gets a pass if he's away on business. It's been going on for years. It's a very tight enmeshed family.
I actually am too interlectual for revenge but retaliation is a family code. There has to be consequences for people's actions. We don't believe in violence because legally because of my size I will likely always end up in jail. But, a well thought out plan to make someone see the error of their ways is important. No one should be so inconsiderate as to be able to impose their will on another person!
Previous post I said the word bully and it was taken completely out of context. No hard feelings. I should have substituted assertive. You know in Psych that you never back someone into a corner. You always leave an option. My primary solution is always food with a psych patient. Plus respect! Always seems to work and prevents incident reports.
I do believe in consequences though. It's an important facet to promote learning. People have to learn to respect each other and their differences.