Haus: So, if you feel it would have been selfish not to want to have had a child, even though that doesn't make sense, would it be worth considering whether it can be made to make sense?
Okay, I'll try. Right up until the moment that the child is born and you see it squirming around, pumping its lungs with air and covered in vermix, it's pretty much an abstract concept. For nine months it's just a thing. You can choose names and give it a cute nickname and get the sex from the scan and all that, but it's still pretty much just something that will be coming along later.
And then it's there. And it's no longer an it. It's a he or a she and - I swear this is the weirdest thing - you have a sudden and definite overwhelming love for this thing. How and why this should be, I don't know - primeval protection instincts, I don't know. But suddenly you love this stranger as much as you've ever loved anyone. And you can't explain why - you don't love them for their personality, because they don't really have one. And they're generally not much to look at. But love them you do.
And then you start to retcon your life. You can't remember a time when you didn't love this thing, you can't imagine not loving them. And in a weird, strange, inexplicable way, you sometimes, in the dead of night as you're lying there listening for them to cry out, you wonder how you could really have had that discussion where you said maybe we should wait a year before having kids, we really can't afford it when if you'd followed your head instead of your heart the precise collision of genes and chromosomes that make up "that little lad" wouldn't have happened, the stars would have been aligned differently, and he would never have existed.
And I'm sorry if that is about as far from a Head Shop post as you can get, but it's the only way I can answer Haus's question.
L'Anima: And if you accept an evolutionary slant on it, you'd expect there to be an irrational drive to procreate evidenced by some people (exactly how many isn't clear from this kind of argument, but it seems to be a sizeable proportion). I mean, kids are a drain on resources and time and many parents have to make a lot of sacrifices to have them. It seems pretty self evident that the desire to have them is to be located on some pre rational level. "It just feels right" is probably a pretty accurate summation of the individual's perspective.
Pretty much spot on. I'm 35; Mrs Sax got pregnant when I was 33. I hadn't been nursing a burning desire to have children for months or years previously. Something just clicked; some biological or mental switch was thrown. Suddenly the idea of having children didn't seem like a horrific prospect which would massively curtail our lives. It seemed like a positive, life-affirming option. We discussed it, of course. The world's a shit place. Should we bring a kid into it? Why the hell not. Perhaps, just perhaps, we could bring our kids up just right and maybe they would be the ones to make a difference to the world. Christ knows, I've all but given up on most of my generation.
Smoothly: Sax, why did you have children? Also, a question I often feel an urge to ask - without really expecting an honest answer in all cases: Have you at any stage regretted it?
Hopefully the bits above answer the first bit. It isn't an exact science. It isn't like deciding to get a mortgate or deciding to start a standing order for Seven Soldiers or deciding to start a thread in the Head Shop when you really know you haven't the brain-power to see it through. It's a mess of emotional and neurotic and knee-jerk and heart-led responses.
Have I ever regretted it? Only in the small ways, for a fraction of a second, when you get a hardback copy of The Very Hungry Caterpillar upside your nose from a toddler while you're desperately trying to wipe shit off the arse of a baby. There are also those moments when it's Friday night and you could murder a pint down the pub but to get there you'd have to organise baby sitters and by the time you had done it would be closing time anyway. But I think only the hardest heart and the meanest soul could possibly look at a child and think I wish you didn't exist. |