I love kids, too but never wanted to give birth to one. I was perfectly happy being childless and the best auntie possible until life dropped a runaway teenager into my world. Very unexpectedly, I became a mom but of a teenager. Then, a few years later, a grandmother to her children, whom I helped raise until last year when they moved away.
I had the best of both worlds — the opportunity to experience raising children without shouldering all the responsibility. But, had life gone in a different direction, had I not adopted a teenager, I would have been fine being childless.
It’s really okay not to have kids — it really is.
But, if you choose to, you’ll figure out how to take care of the kid and how to exist on much less sleep than you think is possible and how to stop projectile vomiting and tears that flow like rain. You’ll amaze yourself.
Even though I didn’t have pregnancy hormones to kick my motherly instincts into motion, I rose to the occasion with my grandchildren. Believe me, I truly amazed myself every day with all I did, all I figured out, and all I accomplished, and I was in my 50s!