When I was in university, one of my favourite T-shirts featured the panic-stricken face of a woman. “I forgot the baby on the bus!” shrieked the cartoon bubble coming from her outh.
Several years later, I got involved with a guy who wanted to get married and have kids. Having just started working and embarking on a life of independence, the thought of having a baby turned my stomach.
I had my first full-time job with a steady paycheque in a new city with a gaggle of new friends. A baby didn’t fit into my plans.
That relationship ended and the years flew by. I moved from province to province and then abroad for a while, fuelled by adventure and opportunity. My parents worried I’d never settle down.
Then I met the man I ended up marrying but I was 39 by the time we tied the knot. Sure, plenty of women in their 40s are having kids but I didn’t relish the prospect of late motherhood.
Consequently, I am among the growing percentage of women who are childless. Nearly 20% of American women finish their childbearing years without having kids, according to a new report from the Pew Research Center. In comparison, only 10% of American women aged 40 to 44 had never given birth in 1976….read the rest here.
How will it feel, I wonder, to be lonely in your old age and to be nursed by a complete stranger when the time comes instead of your own family?
Was feminism really worth it in the end? Was it?