Child-Free by Choice, and Happy about it

3 Comments 07 March 2014

CoupleRidingBike_400Parenthood can be very rewarding, but let’s face it, so are margaritas at the adults-only pool. As someone content with my decision not to procreate, why do friends, family, and strangers keep trying to change my mind?

The way most people feel about loving being a parent is exactly how I feel about not being a parent. I love it. And I can’t imagine my life any other way. I’m one of those people in an ever-growing movement called child free by choice. I think it’s a clinical and defensive name for what sounds like an otherwise fun group of people. I’ve never actually seen members of this movement all in one place. I guess we’re not as organized or fabulous or as into riding floats as gay people. We live in pockets of cities and suburbs all across America and the world and we may not have anything else in common with one another except that none of us right now has a toddler saying, “Mommy, please put a shirt on. It’s inappropriate to sit around the house in a bra and why is there a peacock on your head?”

So while I sit here on my couch at home dressed like someone halfway to senility, I’m remembering the time that I was sitting on a couch in my psychologist’s office, wondering whether it was weird that I still had my sunglasses on my head during our session. I wondered whether I was too accessorized for sitting around figuring out my problems and analyzing my patterns. It feels like I should treat therapy like going through airport security (which I do a few times a month as a traveling stand-up comedian)—I should have nothing in my pockets, no shoes and no jewelry around my neck, nothing on my outside that can distract the person in front of me from seeing what I look like on the inside.

That day I said to my shrink, “I feel like an outsider in the world because I never want to have children. When people ask me if I want children and I say no—they always say things like ‘You’ll change your mind.’ I’m sick of it and I feel like I don’t fit in.” I don’t know what I expected my therapist to say—probably her usual: “Was there a time in childhood when you felt like an outsider? Is this pushing any old buttons? You know if it’s hysterical, it’s historical.” What I didn’t expect was that she’d say, “You don’t want kids? Why not? What’s up with that?” What’s up with that?

“Oh no,” I said. “Not you too! You’re going to tell me I’m weird for not wanting children?” She explained that it’s my reaction to those people that we need to work on—and that we don’t need to attach any jumper cables to my biological clock. She suggested that instead of answering, “I don’t want kids,” that I should simply say, “It’s not in my plans right now.” Oh boy. She had no idea what I was up against at every cocktail hour/wedding/shower/holiday party I’ve been to since I started to ovulate. I’m convinced that people who want kids and people who have kids have secret meetings where they come up with their talking points. There’s not one response to “I’m not having kids” that I haven’t heard and I’ve heard the same questions and comments approximately one bazillion times:

• If you don’t have kids, who is going to take care of you when you’re old? (Servants?)
• Men have to spread their seed. It’s in their DNA. (He can spread his seed all he wants. I have a magic pill that prevents it from growing.)
• But it’s the most natural thing you can do as a woman. (So is getting my period every month.)
• That’s selfish. You can’t be immature forever. (And spending your days watching Dora the Explorer with a kid is mature?)
• You have to replace yourself on earth. What will you leave behind? (There are a few plastic bags that I never recycled . . .)

I Can Barely Take Care of Myself: Tales From a Happy Life Without Kids

I Can Barely Take Care of Myself: Tales From a Happy Life Without Kids

Jen Kirkman


Jen Kirkman is a stand-up comedian, writer, and actress well known for the award-winning short series Drunk History. She has two comedy albums, Self-Help and Hail to the Freaks, and writes for and appears as a comedian/panelist on E’s Chelsea Lately and After Lately.

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  1. Lili Dragunova says:

    Thank you so much for this. I have heard all of that and more over my choice. I would think I would be respected for being honest with myself about what I am and am not capable of dealing with. My husband and I discussed it at length. He also has some genetic disabilities that he has no desire to “curse” a child with. Is that not deserving of respect too? If we did change our minds, we would adopt. What reason is there to bring more people into the world when we cannot even take care of the ones that are already here?

  2. Padge Vounder says:

    I’m not interested in having children because I want my freedom, to come and go as I please, to do whatever I want, whenever I want. If in the future I was in a happy long term relationship and had plenty of resources, I might consider adoption. I get along great with most kids, they love me, we have wonderful fun playing together and being silly.
    But at the end of the day, I get to go home and relax, and someone else is roped into an endless chain of responsibilities that sucks the life out of them. They lose their identity and become a mom bot, each social occasion becomes an extended venting period and “look at these pictures about my kids, let me tell you these stories about my kids, my kids, my kids.” It envelops their whole life. They used to be an individual, with hopes and dreams and aspirations.

  3. Sandy says:

    Thank you for making me feel less weird about my choice…I am still on the fence as everybody I love feels I am not seeing it and will regret not having children after 40 something, makes me think, I am crazy? What is it that the rest of the world see’s that I clearly don’t, for which they are ready to alter their present and signing up for something as big as this. What am I mot seeing?

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