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Originally Posted by Stitchawl
When I was in my twenties, and had been out of the house for 10+ years, I asked my mother "if you had it to do over, would you have had kids?" She looked at me, smiled, told me she loved me very much (and that was never something I doubted while growing up. I had a wonderful childhood,) and said "No way, Jose!"
My own son is now 35 and getting married this summer. He was the 'perfect baby,' a normal happy, healthy child, a typical teen, and grew into a delightful adult. But if I could do it all over again... no way, Jose! Having kids was something we were 'supposed to do,' just like going to college. No one ever questioned either of them. No one ever asked me if I wanted to go to college. It was simply assumed that I would. Even I assumed I would. I really didn't want to, but it wasn't something I could voice. Same with getting married, and the same with having kids. It was what was 'done' in my parent's world. It was never questioned.
Now I'm 64. Now I'm asking questions. I don't regret anything I've done. I'm just questioning it with an open mind.
It's something to think about over a cup of tea on a nice afternoon. 
Stitchawl |
I regret not having had more, I have 2. I guess it is because mostly I see them as small blank slates ready for adventures