On having kids…

San Clemente Family Photography-5717The other night our neighbor, who is an older man with no children of his own (by choice), gave the boys ice cream. As we sat together on our shared front yard he mentioned having not heard the boys all day, alluding to the fact that most days the chaos and ruckus that is our everyday filters it’s way over like the smoke from a BBQ.

The ice cream dripped down their cones and in true childhood fashion made for sticky hands and a rim of chocolate around their mouths. Our neighbor glanced over at his long-time girlfriend and said something along the lines of, “Now see, no need to remind me why I opted not to have children”. We made a few jokes about releasing the boys in his newly carpeted house and eventually we parted ways; they, presumably, to enjoy a quiet and peaceful evening and, us, to clean the chocolate off our kids’ faces, fight them on brushing their teeth, and remind them for the umpteenth time that it’s not nice to say that they “hate” us or that we’re “not their friends”.

I know life as a parent only from the mother’s perspective. And having children, for me, was a very innate desire. I spent my childhood training for motherhood; taking my cabbage patches to pretend school, filling out forms I’d take from the drawers of my dad’s office, and loving and cuddling any baby that came within a ten foot radius of me.

That night, I glanced over at Willy – who was struggling to get pajamas on one of the boys – and asked him if he’d rather have had it another way. His answer was true and sincere, he said, “I think I would have been perfectly okay if you didn’t want to have kids. But at the same time, I wouldn’t trade any of this for the world”.

It would be hard to argue that parenthood is where it’s at to a neighbor who realistically sees (and, errr, hears) you struggle nearly every day. I suppose it’s hard, in general, to make the argument for having kids to someone who clearly never wanted kids. And while the days are generally a struggle, all I can say is that the hard days, filled with relentless whining and tantrums, are all but forgotten in the second it takes for them to tell me that they love me.

I think any mother would agree; sticky hands, chocolate crusted mouths, booger filled noses n’ all.

5 Responses

  • So true. I think to myself on the hardest moments, “why did I choose this”, but hearing them express their love to you and watching their sweet little sleeping faces makes it all worth it. It’s definitely not logical, it’s love.

  • A month away from baby boy #3 and I will admit that every time I have to clean pee spatters off of our bathroom floor and walls I want to cuss and cry from frustration. But man- when my boys are sweet, they are the sweetest and I feel lucky as hell that they’re mine.

  • Everyone always told us that we were missing out. But not knowing what we were missing, we continued to be perfectly content with our choice. Of course now things are very different and we wouldn’t change a damn thing. Although I thought the questions of why we aren’t having kids were behind us now that we joined the club, I was wrong. Now we deal with why aren’t having more. Sigh.

    • People have weird ideas of what they think others should do with their lives. I’m with ya, sigh. Your family is perfect as is.

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