The unconditional love you get from parents is unique.
Surely having created you, they have a biological imperitive to love you forever no matter who you are and what you do? Right?
And while that's probably true, some Reddit parents have come out of the woodwork to drop some harsh knowledge.
Mainly that having children isn't always as life fulfillingly wonderful as your parents probably told you it was.
I'm a step-dad of two teenagers. Now I have raised both of these kids as if they were mine since they were both very young. (2 and 4) Now having kids has been a blast, I've enjoyed them the most over the last few years.
However, being a step parent gives me the distance in perspective that I can sometimes understand why Hamsters eat their young.
There are times when parenting a child is like watching magic grow right before your eyes. Watching them have fun, or learn something new, or that glimmer of understanding of a fundamental truth of life is unlike anything you'll ever experience in any other walk of life. It's truly a blessing.
There are ALSO times when having a child is like being related to one of the biggest a--holes on the face of the planet.
Long story short, yeah, I regret it. Every day of my life. Wife wanted kids, I didn't. I knew 10 years ago I didn't. Gave in, had them. They are five and seven.
You stand outside the crib and cry but for different reasons than the typical parent. The normal person cried because they wub their wittle angel so much. You cried because you're so f--king helpless and just... wanted... out.
Can you imagine what it's like to have a 'time travel' fantasy every single f--king day of your waking life where you go back and have that vasectomy? Where you just ache to your core vainly wishing you could wake up aged 30 again and actually call that number for the urologist and make the appointment? Wishing you could have your life back, desperately, desperately unhappy and depressed to the point of having to take antidepressants?
I like to phrase it as, 'having a child is like having severe emotional trauma. You just kind of bury all the bad things and so when somebody asks you about having children you don't even remember the bad, it's all repressed. And then you mislead your listener.'
Having kids has been the most brutally annoying and aggravating thing I have ever done. There is not one single aspect of my life that is better for having had kids. They are financially crippling – this I cannot stress enough! I haven’t had a genuinely decent sleep in over a decade. Kids have a natural ability to break EVERYTHING they touch with a minimum of effort. Imagine the most lazy and annoying person you’ve ever worked with that just sponged off your effort…now imagine having one of them around you 24/7 for at least 20 years … that’s kids.
I am a stay-at -home mum to a seven year-old little girl.
I can honestly say that I should not have had children.
I don't like that I have to feign interest in other parents so my kid gets invited to the birthday parties. I don't like hearing the word "mum" 600 times a day. I don't like the daily grind of school and homework, dinner, bath time, getting up, breakfast, getting dressed, and off to school. I look forward to her vacations more than her. I also hate other people's kids: they are weird and I have no idea what to do with them.
I regret having kids with my husband. He is one smart, funny cat, but he can't handle his own resentment and frustrations well. And parenting is five per cent bliss, 10 per cent nice, 30 per cent hard work, 20 per cent frustration, and 35 per cent resentment. So, 55 per cent of what we deal with he can't handle.
The sleep deprivation alone is classified by the UN as torture and, if committed by an adult, would be punishable by law.
I'm turning 24 in July. My son is turning three. He was born four days before my 21st birthday. I have never had the opportunity to really enjoy that pub crawling, hanging out late, and being crazy and single type of days. I don't regret him for an instant, but I wish I would've waited.
The novelty will wear off.