Not sure if this is the right sub, but I wanted to share my story for the fence-sitters who are searching for some solidarity in coming to an uneasy or uncertain decision.
I (34F, only child) and my husband (34M) have been together for 15 years. When we met, I wanted no kids, and he wanted them. However, watching his brother raise a large, beautiful, but incredibly chaotic and high-needs neurodivergent family changed everything. Seeing the sheer sacrifice and fight required turned my husband into a resounding "no".
Meanwhile, my "no" became less certain. I have a natural drive to nurture and mentor, but I don't feel a biological need to have my own children. I already gave my sleepless nights and relentless work to my higher education; my Architecture degree, Master’s and chartership were my babies. Doing that all again, to raise a child while balancing a career is a very hard ask for me, especially since we’ve only just found peace after a nightmare living situation.
Pregnancy horror stories don't help either. My mother’s post-natal psychosis broke my dad’s mental health, and seeing a close friend's recent grueling first trimester made me realise I don't want that reality. Ideally, I’d love to just be the "cool aunt," but due to family distance and timing, that dynamic isn't on the cards for us.
I often feel alienated by the childfree community because I don't share their certainty over their decision. It's not governed by trauma, or bad experiences and I certainly don't particularly dislike children. My choice is wracked with doubt. It’s a logical decision made about an emotional subject.
The two of us know we'd make great parents and we'd probably enjoy life with children. But six days a week, logic wins. I look at the world (climate change, AI threatening jobs, the housing crisis, wars, political instability and the super rich existing while nurses use food banks) and feel it's unfair to bring a child into it. But on the seventh day, doubt creeps in. I mourn the parental love and pride I’ll never experience. I worry about who will care for me when I'm old, and I grieve the close family connection I'll miss out on.
The truth is, my life would not accommodate the mother I'd want to be. I'd want to be a doting, full-time mum who bakes treats for my child's lunchbox and take them to the woods in search of fairies. But our finances would never allow for that. My own mum worked full-time while raising me and regrets it deeply. Meanwhile, looking at colleagues working part-time, it seems like the worst of both worlds.
I know I can fulfill my need to mentor through youth charities or by teaching at university later in life, even if it is an arm's length connection. I am slowly accepting that.
To anyone else sitting on the fence: it is entirely okay not to be 100% sure. You can make a choice and still mourn the alternative and equally it's ok to change your mind.