I made a considered choice at 16 to not have children. Entirely for selfish reasons at the time. I just never saw any reason, after watching my classmates and friends and such get married and/or have children, to procreate myself at any point thereafter.
I work better as “that crazy auntie” (even if the “auntie” in question is a family friend, not a blood aunt). People (family or otherwise) gladly hand off their children to me (because I genuinely like children) when they get frazzled, overworked, or need a vacation from the brats. And I just as gladly hand them back at the end (slightly twisted).
But if I had my own and had to deal with them 24×7, that joy I have when dealing with children would vanish.
I made a considered choice at 16 to not have children. Entirely for selfish reasons at the time. I just never saw any reason, after watching my classmates and friends and such get married and/or have children, to procreate myself at any point thereafter.
I work better as “that crazy auntie” (even if the “auntie” in question is a family friend, not a blood aunt). People (family or otherwise) gladly hand off their children to me (because I genuinely like children) when they get frazzled, overworked, or need a vacation from the brats. And I just as gladly hand them back at the end (slightly twisted).
But if I had my own and had to deal with them 24×7, that joy I have when dealing with children would vanish.