I know what you mean about "if I can't handle a dog, why should I be allowed to have children?" When we adopted our Golden Retriever a couple of years ago, that told me all I need to know. I'm much more selfish than I ever realized. When I found myself griping that I had to go home and take 30 precious minutes out of my day to change clothes and walk and feed the dog before I could go to happy hour with my co-workers on Friday night, I realized that there's no way I could not resent the hours upon hours that a child would take out of MY day.
Selfish? Yes. Do I care? Not really. I have plenty of friends with kids and nieces and nephews having kids, and I love them all dearly. I can play "Aunt Krista" to all of them whenever I want or choose not to if I'm not in the mood. And here's why I really don't feel all that bad about my outlook on the subject: Hubby & I have had the "if we win the lottery..." conversation many times, and I know at some point we will need to draw up a will, and the same thing comes up every time. Several of our friends/family with kids have limited financial means. If we had a windfall, or when we pass away, a good portion of that will go to make sure these kids are able to go to college or have decent transportation to get them to their first job or college, or whatever they need to help get started on their own in life after they leave home.
All my cuddles and kisses at home get doled out to my hubby & my dog. I LUUUUUVVV my quiet, CF evenings at home with those two boys. But all of my guidance, advice, shoulders to cry on, financial help, hugs, athletics support, tutoring, mentoring, etc., go to my friends' kids and nieces & nephews' kids. Selfish? Maybe not as much as some people would like to think.
