Was There Ever A Specific Time In Your Life When You Realized That You Want A Family/kids

Have you ever decided you never wanted kids, but then eventually realized you did?

Hi there,You are actually seeking a women’s point-of-view, and as a man I can give you my perspective as following, hoping to contribute a bit of ‘good’;Social-culturally today, most women are ‘pushed’ to not want children because of work or the promise of a possible career. (Money is a predominant force in today’s society, regretfully.)But then later-on, Nature comes around the corner, and brings out that natural urge of procreation, thus the feelings change; “better get a child fast before time runs out, and, oh, need a partner for that”.Both men and women “get that urge” at some time, sooner or later; as that’s just the way things work in Nature’s grand scheme of all things. It’s just the plain beauty and simplicity of Nature working in harmony regardless of whatever.There’s nothing more important in real Life than family Life raising a child in a warm loving environment while keeping all bad influences outside.Remember to LOVE MORE, hug more, kiss more, NEVER be afraid to show your feelings, thoughts and emotions; as that makes you YOU. You are UNIQUE. Just be your best YOU and do what’s yours to do. :-)- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -I'm available through my Profile where you can learn more about me and feel free to contact me if you'd have further questions.

Was there any specific event that made you realize you were ready to have kids?

I have 5 kids. I thought I didn't want kids as a teenager. As an adult, my husband really wanted children. I had one and the pregnancy and delivery was so empowering to me, I had 4 more.

What moment made you realize you aren't a kid anymore? It doesn’t have to be a specific “coming-of-age” moment in the traditional sense (e.g. a Bar/Bat Mitzvah or Debut), but something that brought you to this realization.

About a year ago I was home alone with my older brother. I was downstairs in the kitchen (which is below the bathroom) while my brother had a shower.I was warming up some soup when I heard this really really really loud bang from upstairs. At first I thought that maybe my brother had dropped something, but I knew in myself that bang was too loud to be a bottle of soap.I walked up the stairs calling his name, and I could hear this weird kind of noise that made me start to worry. I ran upstairs and opened the bathroom door to my brother on the floor having a seizure. He had also hit his head which was bleeding.I have never, in my life, been as scared as I was at that moment. I ran downstairs in a fit of hysterics and called an ambulance, who arrived promptly and helped my brother.However, this was not the moment that made me realise I was not a kid anymore. I had been crying hysterically and had called my dad begging him in a fit of sobs to come home because I was scared and didn’t know what to do.What made me realise I wasn’t a kid anymore was the second time he had a seizure.I had grown from the first experience. We were on holiday in France when my brother again had another seizure. This time I was so prepared. I remembered the things the doctors had told me and my parents about what to do if my brother had another fit. I was with him the whole time and unlike the first occasion, I managed to maintain my composure. I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream or beg someone else to help my brother. I was the one that stayed with him as he slowly came around, while my parents tried to call an ambulance when the phone operators didn’t speak English.Feeling that responsibility, and the fact that I was the one who stepped up to help my brother, made me realise that I was a grown up.

What is it like to live a life as single forever?

Disheartening.I am in my forties and have never dated or had a “significant other.” When I was younger I didn’t mind, or at least didn’t notice, but as time has passed I have grown more and more isolated. As your friends pair off and start having families you get left behind. Opportunities for social interaction become fewer and farther between, and you end up avoiding the few things that do come your way because you don’t want to be the only single person there. For a long time people ask if you’re seeing anyone, etc., but eventually those questions become less frequent and then stop altogether as it becomes clear that the answer is always going to be “No.”You have less and less in common with your friends as family and kids become the most important forces in their lives. Before long you realize it’s been months since you’ve spoken, and the last time you were together you had nothing to talk about.When something good happens, there is no one to share it with. When something bad happens there is no one to comfort you.Seemingly innocuous interactions become embarrassing reminders that you are alone; I recently had my pupils dilated and was forced to explain that no, I didn’t have anyone to drive me home and no, there was no one I could call.You don’t cook because cooking for one is depressing, but you don’t eat out either because you feel like a sad loser sitting in a restaurant alone.Holidays are the worst. One time an acquaintance’s little girl asked me what I got for Christmas and I had no answer for her — how do you explain to a seven year old that you don’t exchange gifts when there is no one to exchange gifts with? You end up fabricating parties and events so you don’t feel so pathetic when people ask about your holiday plans.Many people are solitary by choice and lead happy, fulfilling lives. For others it is a bleak and lonely existence devoid of love or human contact, a torment to be endured until the sweet release of death finally sets you free. It all depends on the individual circumstances.