Yesterday, Jack and I shared a lovely afternoon with friends in various stages of parenthood. Our hosts, Mike and Lindsay, are raising two little ones; another couple have twins on the way; Frank and his wife Patty raised five kiddos and now enjoy being grandparents to an expanding brood. Another couple, like Jack and I, are childless.
As I often do after spending time with friends’ children or my nieces, I reflect on our journey through through trying, failing and ultimately, perpetually tabling the issue of having a child. And then come the nagging questions: Will I wake up one day with a hole blasted through me wondering why didn’t we try harder? Have I failed to fulfill the ultimate accomplishment of a woman? And if so, is everything I do now just a second-rate, subconscious attempt to fill that role of life-giver, nurturer, mother?
I’m not sure I’ll ever find the answers. All I can do is practice gratitude for what I have and for people like my family and friends who give more than they ever could imagine everyday to provide a happy, stable life for the vulnerable, dependent, curious, precious little souls God has entrusted to them.
- Overheard on CNN.com: Are childless people happier? (via This Just In) (techweev.com)
- The Childless (ramblingsfromthedarkness.wordpress.com)
- Pity The Lonely Lives Of Childless Couples (barefootpreachr.org)
- Aging Without Children (newoldage.blogs.nytimes.com)
- Horribly Selfish or Reasonably Concerned? (ask.metafilter.com)