7 thoughts on being childless

My first thought is that I hate the term “childless”. It’s quite bleak. But I’m not sure what else to use. “Childfree” is the wrong tone (at least for me) and so I’ll stick with this for now.

1 in 4 women in the UK is childless, either by choice, circumstance or because they’re unable to have children, for whatever reason. That’s a huge number and I can tell you, as one of them, that it really doesn’t feel as though there are so many of us.

I feel overwhelmingly outnumbered even though I have close friends and family members also without children.

Is it because children are so loud? Or because children often outnumber their mothers so it seems like there are more mothers? Or just because it’s the norm and society creates more space for the norm?

Probably all of the above. A few thoughts:

I want to know about your child.

I mean only if we’re friends of course, if I don’t know you I’m less interested. Tell me how they’re growing and developing and what that feels like for you. All of this is experience I am entirely locked out of, so I’ll need you to tell me.

That said, let’s also talk about other things otherwise, it’ll inevitably end up being a very one-sided conversation, as interested as I am.

I have a lot of love to give.

A lot. I fall in love all the time with cats I meet on the street, dogs in the park, even other people’s kids. My capacity to love is vast. At least that’s how it feels to me. Perhaps that enormous well would be entirely poured into one child. I hear all the time that I’ll never know a love like it so I guess that’s what that means. But I need to find other things to love - for the sake of my smothered husband and cats, I really do.

I am not sure I would have been ok as a mother.

I know I would have loved the hell out of any child but I cannot imagine the level of anxiety that comes with loving something that much. I am in awe of every mother I see who takes her eyes off her kid for one minute.

I am in too much pain to be a mother.

This one is tough for me to say. Living in chronic pain my daily pain levels are such that I would have struggled to care for another being who was wholly dependent on me.

I have learned to be ok with being childless.

Most of the time I’m ok. We did the usual fertility treatments and the rounds of IVF and I am 100% certain that stopping when we did was the right thing for us. It’s a brutal thing to endure all that hope.

I will not undergo any more IVF but that doesn’t mean I didn’t want a baby. Don’t tell me to adopt, it’s not the simple fix you think it is.

I feel guilty.

Obviously, I feel guilty for not making my husband a father. But I also feel guilty at work for all the free time I’ve had over the weekend, I feel guilty that I have a non-working day in the week that doesn’t revolve around childcare.

I feel guilty for the naps, for being able to book a holiday out of peak season, for having no primary colour plastic in my lounge. I feel guilty for the insensitive questions I get asked because I don’t want to expose how brutally insensitive they are.

I also feel guilty when I’m told I’ll never understand the love between a mother and child. Why do I feel guilty for that? I don’t know to be honest. I guess I just can’t win this game.

I add value to the world.

I have to remind myself of this so often to counter balance the shame of being “infertile”. Our society doesn’t recognise the value of childless women easily. There are very few seminars on work-life balance for non-mothers, very few local community social groups that aren’t all about being a mum (I’m interested in local crime and pizza too guys).

I’m acutely aware of wanting to add value. I just have to work that bit harder to find and create my legacy, although, in all honesty, it’s likely to be a sanctuary full of love-drenched rescue donkeys.

Kate McGoeyComment