Interesting how this decision changes our entire life...it's been an interesting journey for me...the women in my life have not been great role models for motherhood and when I tried it, it was so hard.
My mom never really liked being a mom. Depressed most of the time and we basically got up every morning on our own and just, mostly raised ourselves.
My sister had three boys-each beautiful - each came about amidst drama - different husbands, poor living conditions, jail for some of the men and well - more drama than a soap opera (you wouldn't believe it if I told you all the stuff that's happened).
Now, she's hooked up with another bum, but this time she's severed ties with her children, one-by-one. The boys are older (17, 18 & 23) now scattered and seperated and have no contact with my sister. (isn't that crazy? I haven't talked to her since October 07) DH and I are in touch with each son and encouraging and helping as we can.
When I was 25 years old (I'm 43, now) I married a man who had custody of his two daughters (at that time the girls were 10 and 12) I didn't realize until later that I didn't like him too much, I loved the girls though and worked so hard to "be there" for them - I know now I was trying to be the mom my mom never was.
It was so hard to stepparent - esp. at my age and with all the lack of foundation I came with...I was busting my chops to cook, clean, work, take them every where and be everything...it was nuts.
Then one day I found out that the oldest girl had started her period - over a month ago. She never told me. She told her deadbeat mother - who did nothing for her and was almost never around. It was stunning for me...It was like I woke up in that moment. I'd done all of that for the wrong reasons...wrong love, wrong life...
Well, I moved out, left everything behind and started over. Slept on an air mattress in a plain apt with a wal-mart radio for months - and felt selfishly, happy as a clam. (We had had a nice home, white picket fence and all...).
Now almost 20 years later - I am happily married to my soul mate, the best, most loving, most intelligent, most successful, most sexy, best friend I could ever have...no children. A dog and cat and a strong business that I run...happy, fulfilled, not feeling wounded anymore and feeling blessed and lucky.
I've lost touch with the girls, last I heard they'd both graduated from college and are living happy and full lives - I was just a blip on the radar screen. It was hard to leave, but I am so glad I did. I would be a bitter, depressed woman at this point, if I had not...
Long 'story' but it came up for me as I was reading this thread...my journey to no children has been a deep and unfolding oppportunity to close the gaps I've felt around being loved and loving.
Life is ever unfolding...I never regret where I am today, I love every day. And at the same time when I think about my nephews and when i interact with them I feel such abiding love and intensity about what I want for them, it is almost overwhelming...they are my 'sons' now.
Ah, the nuances of life and love, it is all threaded together and makes this life so rich...