I remember feeling somewhat offended by the question. Worry? Why would I need to worry? Was there an implication that something was amiss with me? I simply don’t want children. Should that be a cause for concern? The idea of “the right man” was probably the most puzzling assumption to me. By that point, I had met, dated, and even cohabited with several wonderful partners. Marriage, however, was not on my radar. Frankly, the thought of that kind of commitment filled me with dread. I was married once, for a brief six months, and I learned the hard way that I had no desire to go down that path again. Thankfully, I didn’t have to undergo a similar revelation regarding parenthood.
From an early age, I was certain that motherhood was not in my future. While other little girls were busy dreaming about baby dolls and playing house, I was collecting stuffed animals and creating music. I had no interest in dolls like Ken or Barbie—after all, I’m a brunette! Instead, I was captivated by icons like Prince and Paul Stanley. At first glance, you might think they couldn’t be more different, but when you look closer, they share some striking similarities—think pouty lips, flamboyant style, and undeniable charisma.
Perhaps my upbringing played a role in my feelings. I’ll admit that my maternal figures were not particularly nurturing. Still, that didn’t stop me from dressing up my dog in baby clothes and setting him up in a high chair. This likely led everyone to believe I was just your typical girl who aspired to motherhood. In reality, I just wanted a house full of dogs.
What bothers me is the societal notion that a woman’s worth is often measured by her desire or ability to have children. How often do we pose that question to men? Rarely! Instead, we celebrate their ambitions, dreams, and achievements. Women have aspirations too—even those who are mothers. And let me clarify: being a mother is an incredible achievement, and there’s nothing “simple” about it. However, women who choose not to become mothers should not be labeled as flawed or incomplete.
At 43, I still haven’t felt any overwhelming urge to raise children. The legacies I wish to create involve my writing, art, and other creative pursuits. Does this make me abnormal? Is it a sign of some hormonal imbalance? Or is it just a reflection of my commitment to living authentically—like many women today who are choosing to follow their own paths despite societal pressures? I lean toward the latter.
Not every woman wants kids, and that’s perfectly fine, just as it is for men who feel the same way. If there is a biological clock that some feel ticking away, I’ve chosen to do more than just hit the snooze button—like tossing it out the window! For me, there’s been no ticking. No alarm. Just a peaceful acceptance of my choices.
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In summary, the choice to remain child-free is a valid and personal decision. At 43, I embrace my life filled with creativity and fulfillment, free from societal expectations.