A long time ago I decided not to have children (long before I had a religion, nothing to do with that). It’s not because I don’t like kids, on the contrary, I think a family is the most beautiful thing a person can have.
I decided not to have kids because I know I don’t have the time or financial resources to be a good mother. The idea that 4 or 5 months after having a baby I would have to give him to strangers to look after him all day so that I go back to work to have a salary, half of which I would spend in child care, makes me sick.
The idea that I would spend the formative years of my children working 40 hours a week because I need the money, and having very little time and energy for them makes me want to scream to the top of my lungs.
Raising a kid is the biggest, most important task a person can have and I know I can’t do a good job because I don’t have the conditions. I don’t want my children to grow up with their faces on the screen of a phone or tablet because I can’t give them the attention they need and to be deprived of a good education because I can’t afford it and above all, I don’t want my children to suffer everything I see coming: health issues, economic woes, social unrest and climate change are only a few on the list. Things are going to get much worse before they get any better and I’m going to have live with that reality, since I’m already here, but I don’t want to put my children through that.
If I can’t do something right I rather not do it at all, especially when it impacts someone else’s life.
I’m not in any way criticizing parents. Having a child is a personal choice and I have nothing to do with the decisions other people make. If anything, I admire their courage.
I’ve been called selfish, wise, and a few things in between. This is something I thought about over the years and the more I see the conditions of the world deteriorating, the more I’m convinced that I made the right choice for myself. Not having a family is a sacrifice I’m willing to make because the other option is worse.
I decided not to have kids because I know I don’t have the time or financial resources to be a good mother. The idea that 4 or 5 months after having a baby I would have to give him to strangers to look after him all day so that I go back to work to have a salary, half of which I would spend in child care, makes me sick.
The idea that I would spend the formative years of my children working 40 hours a week because I need the money, and having very little time and energy for them makes me want to scream to the top of my lungs.
Raising a kid is the biggest, most important task a person can have and I know I can’t do a good job because I don’t have the conditions. I don’t want my children to grow up with their faces on the screen of a phone or tablet because I can’t give them the attention they need and to be deprived of a good education because I can’t afford it and above all, I don’t want my children to suffer everything I see coming: health issues, economic woes, social unrest and climate change are only a few on the list. Things are going to get much worse before they get any better and I’m going to have live with that reality, since I’m already here, but I don’t want to put my children through that.
If I can’t do something right I rather not do it at all, especially when it impacts someone else’s life.
I’m not in any way criticizing parents. Having a child is a personal choice and I have nothing to do with the decisions other people make. If anything, I admire their courage.
I’ve been called selfish, wise, and a few things in between. This is something I thought about over the years and the more I see the conditions of the world deteriorating, the more I’m convinced that I made the right choice for myself. Not having a family is a sacrifice I’m willing to make because the other option is worse.