As I played with Barbies in the floor of my purple childhood bedroom, I knew the names of my children. I knew, and my Barbies knew, and so together, we acted out complicated and dramatic scenes of family and futures that wouldn’t even come close to what my real future would turn out to be.
By the time I was eight-years-old, I had resolved that one
day I would have babies. I named these babies Benjamin and Lucy and felt
assured that nothing would change my desire for babies or their set-in-stone
names.
As time passed, the desire did change. I became more
interested in things like horses and travel and writing. I became less
interested in my Barbies and any future babies that I might have. My future, once
painted in reds and yellows and blues, transformed into vibrant greens and
purples, becoming a rich kaleidoscope that no longer resembled anything I had
previously imagined for myself.
College rolled around, and my kaleidoscope future at turns
both settled and shifted, constantly changing to reflect my current moods and
obsessions. When I met Jeremy, I was no longer an eight-year-old with dreams of
future children named Benjamin and Lucy; I was a grown woman, and I didn’t know
if I even wanted kids.
Jeremy was certain. Positive. He knew more than anything
that he wanted a wife, and he wanted a family. Used to, when you asked what he
wanted to do with his life, his answer was simple: he wanted to be a dad.
I was uncertain. Questioning. Mind reeling with
possibilities and outcomes. When asked what I wanted to do with my life, my
answer was complicated, multi-part, and almost never included children.
I worried that this would ultimately be a point of
contention. I had seen other couples break up over similar decisions. If this,
a most fundamental point of compatibility, was up for debate, then would we
ever make it?
Despite my misgivings, Jeremy and I discussed possibilities.
Kids, college, career paths. At one point, we even named our possible future
children. Beautiful names that still give me goosebumps when I think of how
perfect they are. I’ve always been a namer of things. Pets, random wildlife
that wander into our sights, stuffed animals, cars. A thing has a name, and it
has life, a purpose, a meaning.
Those dream children of ours have a life, a purpose, a
meaning, even if they never come to be.
Together, Jeremy and I dreamed and planned, revealing a
combined realization for the future that paled in comparison to past versions
of the same future. As we built our own family of cats and each other, Jeremy’s
desire for children waned. My own desires became less clear. To this day, they
are still unclear.
Most of the time, I lean towards the “I don’t want children”
camp. Admitting this is hard. I wonder if something is wrong with me, if
something inside is broken. I’ve even had friends all but say that something is
broken, that something must be missing from me if I don’t want to have kids,
that I’m not whole.
And I wonder if that’s true, and honestly, it hurts to
wonder that.
Everyone has different wishes and hopes. Everyone has a
different kaleidoscope future. Would mine be less vibrant, less bright, less
fulfilled if it didn’t include children? Or could I find my own sources for
fulfillment and contentment through my husband, through my family, through my
beautiful nephew, through my words?
Kids are a blessing, no doubt, but they are not the only
blessing life has to hand out.
Ultimately, Jeremy and I have to decide what we want. We
have to revisit the baby question and think long and hard on what our changing
kaleidoscope future has in store. Lucky for us, if we do end up having kids, we
already have some stellar names picked out…and if we don’t, well, we’re pretty
dang good at naming cats, too.
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