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Is It Really Different When It’s Your Own Child?

By Amalah


I’ve been trying to get pregnant with my first child for over 18 months, and am just tipping over into the whirlpool of interventions. As I hover on the brink, two things are making me hesitate: first, I am so tired of trying, and it’s only getting worse. Second – and the reason I’m writing to you – I’ve just spent a week at a friend’s and his kids are really making me reconsider.

Friend and partner have two kids, a 3 year-old and an 18-month old. And I feel like a heel for saying it, but I don’t think I want kids if they’re like these two. The younger one will not let go of Mom for an instant and objects loudly to necessary evils such as bath, food, bed. The day started with a 20-minute scream because Dad held her while Mom had a (not even daily) shower, and is ending with another screamathon because, again, Mom had to, you know, do something else for a piece. Frivolous unreasonable things, like eat dinner, pee…

Older Child reacts to Younger’s screaming by screaming, whining or whimpering (usually a put-on cry without tears, what I think of as a dry cry – not that I’m saying there’s no reason for Older to be upset, hell, I’d join in if I thought it would help) and getting  just as clingy as Younger. So there’s been a lot of noise, even without the natural emotional mood swings, shoves, fights and bumps which produce regular shrieks, crying and bawling throughout the day.

Plus, neither of them sleep, which means no one sleeps, both of them are fussy eaters and… and… I appreciate that kids go through phases, but the screaming, not sleeping and not eating have been a go since day 1. Friend still updates Facebook every time they get a whole night’s sleep. It’s not often.

So I’m facing a decision: do I try really hard, spend my savings, work extra hours hard, to have a baby of my own and hope like hell it will be different? or is this just how it is, and maybe infertility is a chance to reconsider what I really want?

Sign me:
Lucky escape or evil curse?

Is it really different when it’s your “own” child? Yes. And no. It’s complicated.

Look, I’m not going to B.S. you here. Having kids is amazing, life-changing, frustrating, draining, exhausting and humbling. It is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. It is the most rewarding thing I’ve ever done. It’s every cliche you’ve ever heard.

Babies are small giant sucking vortexes of need and responsibility. They come into the world completely helpless, completely dependent on you. YOU. You you you you. You, with the boobs and the body they just possibly thoroughly WRECKED while making their grand entrance into the world. They will cry and cling and wail while you repeatedly bend to the endless whims of this…well, this small strange alien-like meatloaf who poops in their pants and refuses to sleep.

And you will love them. You will love them so hard it will terrify you a little bit. You knew YOUR world would change once you had a baby but you didn’t know THE world would also change. THE world suddenly becomes a scary place, full of awful things that are now your responsibility to keep at bay, to shield your helpless squalling meatloaf from, because if something happened… If anything happened….

And that’s all in like, the first two hours.

There are ages you’ll like and ages you’ll diplomatically say are “not your favorite.” For some, it’s the newborn days. Or toddlerhood. I’m personally really good with babies but not really excelling at 7-and-a-half, to be honest, as it feels like the stakes have been raised even higher, because it COUNTS now, because he’s going to REMEMBER my exasperation, my lack of patience, and all the times I didn’t have the right answers to his questions about Mean Kids At School or What Happens When We Die or I’m Scared About Growing Up. Also, man, do they ever get mouthy sometimes.

You start out as the sun and moon and stars of their little world and the responsibility can sometimes feel like an overwhelming burden,  but then as they grow it is basically your job to make yourself obsolete, to fade away. To do your best and to “succeed” means they will break away from you, move away from you, to become the completely separate, independent person they always were. But you’ll remember what it felt like when they were small  and seemed more  like a natural extension of yourself, a tiny person you created and grew and loved with every fiber of your being. Who was walking around with your heart and skin and the weight of your entire world. Who you loved even when you didn’t necessarily like them. Who is now out there navigating a world that’s bigger than you. And you will feel proud and sad and worried and you will feel all these things even when you’re like, oh man, I am really super excited about not chauffeuring children to 17 different extracurricular activities every week and spending a fortune on groceries.

They are expensive and selfish and they are not you. They exist to shatter any and all pre-existing ideas you had about what “your” child will be like, what “your” child would or would not do. Because you don’t know. You can’t know. “Your” child could be a boy or a girl or a bad sleeper or or picky eater or clingy or hate sports or special needs or brilliant or average or any combination of all of those things. And “your” child may come to you as a surprise or planned or from fertility treatments or adoption or from a blending of families. It’s an adventure. It’s a  crapshoot.

And of course, it’s entirely possible to have a rich, full and wonderfully meaningful life without  them. Goodness gracious, the places I’d go and the people I’d see! The money I’d have and the freedom I’d probably completely not appreciate. And yes, there are people who most certainly are simply not cut out for parenthood. But I’m not entirely sure there’s a super-great connection between those people and people who are on the fence about kids, like you. There are very  wanted children out there with just plain terrible parents, and plenty of parents who weren’t sure (or who were just plain surprised and thrown into the ring) and are doing a great job and raising terrific kids. Life finds a way, like the raptors in Jurassic Park. Who come to think of it, remind me of some children I’ve met.

Your friends’ kids sound…yeah, pretty normal. There are kids like that. There are phases like that. There’s probably nothing about their parenting that “caused” any of it, though sure, the bookstores probably have seven shelves dedicated to various, conflicting books that all promise solutions to Toddlers Being Toddlers. Having two so close in age certainly amps up the drama, but I’d be lying if I told you that just having one would necessarily be all that different. “Your” baby might be easier…or not. See: crapshoot.

Your friends probably get annoyed too. Your friends also probably know this is temporary and one day — one day so soon, too soon — they’ll be slamming doors on them because GOD MOM LEAVE ME ALONE. Your friends probably love those little clingy balls of temperamental need like nothing else on earth and can’t even imagine what life would be like without all that noise and chaos.

Maybe it’s all tied to biology and evolution and our primitive drive to continue our species and not abandon our obnoxious, helpless young. Or maybe it’s just  different, when it’s your own.

About the Author

Amy Corbett Storch


Amalah is a pseudonym of Amy Corbett Storch. She is the author of the Advice Smackdown and Bounce Back. You can follow Amy’s daily mothering adventures at Ama...

Amalah is a pseudonym of Amy Corbett Storch. She is the author of the Advice Smackdown and Bounce Back. You can follow Amy’s daily mothering adventures at Amalah. Also, it’s pronounced AIM-ah-lah.

If there is a question you would like answered on the Advice Smackdown, please submit it to

Amy also documented her second pregnancy (with Ezra) in our wildly popular Weekly Pregnancy Calendar, Zero to Forty.

Amy is mother to rising first-grader Noah, preschooler Ezra, and toddler Ike.

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  • allisonjayne

    July 29, 2013 at 2:09 pm

    Yes yes yes.

    As someone who was previously very much on the fence – to the point where I was googling abortion clinics at one particularly dark point in my VERY EXPENSIVE pregnancy – just do it.

    I’ve got lots of happily childfree friends, and I totally think that’s awesome. I certainly do not think that everyone has to have kids.

    But if someone is on the fence….I think about how I was on the fence, and how close I came to deciding the other way, and it breaks my heart, because while I know my life would still be awesome, I love being a parent so much that the possibility that I almost didn’t do it makes me incredibly sad. Every goddamned cliché man….it’s somehow worth it. It does feel like your heart is walking around outside of your body. I feel like my heart, my life, my mind, all grew so much and continue to expand.

    I’d be lying if I said I haven’t had hard moments. But none of my fears have come true. I was worried I’d get bored of it, or regret it, or be annoyed about all of the money/time/sleep I’m losing. But I’m just…not. Somehow.

    • Leah A

      January 18, 2016 at 2:34 pm

      My mother always told me that she was never a kid person, but with your own, it is different. I also have a peculiar reason why I am posting here… I also am dealing with infertility. After a miscarriage, an ectopic, and 2 chemical pg’
      s, I’ve decided to see a fertility doctor. Here is where it gets complicated; dh’s sister passed right before we got married, orphaning 2 children, 8 and 2. The late sister obviously had issues, as she passed in her 20’s. MIL took in the kids. She now seems to have decided that she only wants to keep the older one. Both have behavior problems due to neglect. Everyone in the family insinuates “oh, well you two want a baby, you can’t have one, just take HIM”. I feel guilty saying this, but I either want my own, or none. I could possibly bond with an adopted infant. Certainly not him though. He is the type of child who sees an expensive crystal vase, and the first response is to grab it and smash it on the floor. The mother was a drug addict, there could also be developmental problems. I do like other kids that are not mine, who are at least relatively well behaved. This kid, I feel zero affection for. Possibly because I feel he is being forced at us? I do not even feel comfortable baby sitting him because he is so destructive. I’ve watched other 3 year olds and NONE of them were like this….. I know that with a baby, there are no guarantees. You can do the very best and still have developmental issues or a cranky kid. But I always wanted to start out with a blank slate. Most of my friends who took good care of themselves during pregnancy and parent appropriately have babies and children who are smart, healthy, and (mostly) all smiles. I always wanted the same opportunity. Is this a reasonable thought? Or am I being selfish? Isn’t it a little bizarre that MIL spoils one grandchild rotten and is trying to give the other away? Either way, how do I explain this without offending everybody?

      • Isabel Kallman

        Isabel Kallman

        January 18, 2016 at 6:15 pm

        Hi Leah, I’m sorry to hear of your struggles. You have left a message on an older advice article. For a variety of reasons we don’t answer questions that are left in the comments section. I published it so that others who may find it can weigh in if they wish. If you would like our advice columnist to consider your question, please submit it to amyadvice[at]gmail[dot]com. Our advice columnist has an extensive queue and doesn’t always get to answer questions but please do submit this one for consideration. Thanks.

  • Kendra

    July 29, 2013 at 2:17 pm

    Absolutely beautiful Amalah and right on, as usual. Being a parent is everything and nothing like you ever imagined. And I wouldn’t change a single second of it.

  • Myriam

    July 29, 2013 at 2:20 pm

    I think it is different when it is your own. However, my theory is slightly less “kids will be kids” than Amalah’s. I think that kids are about 60% personnality, and 40% parenting. Not that I blame the parents, but if you have a clingy kid, there are ways to make things easier, or harder. Maybe your friends are taking the hard way ’round. Or maybe it is just a phase for them… What I’m saying is that even though you don’t have control per say, with your own children, you will have agency…

    Also, If I can perform some arm-chair psychology on you, maybe “not appreciating” your friends’ children might be a way to self-protect, or rationalize not going through with fertility treatment. I wouldn’t make a final decision before spending the week-end with incredibly well-behaved children, just to balance it out!

    • Julie

      July 29, 2013 at 3:02 pm

      I agree with Myriam’s armchair psychoanalysis. I also believe that my kid is awesome and other people’s…well, EH.

      Let’s go to the math, just for fun. A huge percentage of people who didn’t have kids regret it. Only the teeniest portion of parents would not do it again. If that helps.

      • a

        July 31, 2013 at 2:16 am

        I think “a huge proportion” is probably overstating the case… by quite a bit.

        • puncturedbicycle

          August 7, 2013 at 10:44 am

          I think ‘the teeniest proportion’ is also overstating. They’re dark moments people don’t like to talk about, they may not even remember, but they’re there.

  • Danielle

    July 29, 2013 at 2:38 pm

    Sheesh Amy, I’m not the weepy type except when I read, well, everything you write. Beautifully put. Naturally.

    • Julie

      July 31, 2013 at 10:23 pm

      I was too lazy to find the source of the stats (a study in a book a friend has borrowed). It may well be overstated; it was at least a majority, probably being the portion of people that waffled on children until it was too late versus the portion that honestly knew it wasn’t for them.

      • Julie

        July 31, 2013 at 10:24 pm

        Whoops. Replied in the wrong spot.

  • Stephanie

    July 29, 2013 at 2:56 pm

    Well put, Amy. It IS every cliche out there. Amazing. Hard. Beautiful. Ugly.

    I will say, however, that some behaviors by kids can be attributed to their parents. How complicit are you? When I hear “my kids won’t let me do X, Y, Z,” I think “let?”. You’re the parent, you set the boundaries. If it doesn’t work, you move the goal posts. At 18 months (and especially at 3, dear lord!), a baby should be sleeping through the night. They can do it. But no, you shouldn’t look at one family and think all kids are like that. They’re not.

    • allisonjayne

      July 29, 2013 at 3:04 pm

      This. Totally this. Your priorities might change once you have a kid, and they might change over time, but yeah, I agree.

  • JoseelaMoutarde

    July 29, 2013 at 2:57 pm

    Amy. AMY.  I sobbing so hard right now. As always, you are spot on.

    To OP. I have an almost 2 year old daughter who, though she was planned, made me completely freak out during my whole pregnancy. Like, FREAK OUT. She is now my whole world and I honestly don’t know how I thought my life was interesting without her.

    And yes, she sleeps awful, and she tantrums, and she whines, and she kicks and screams. But she also sings and dances and kisses and laughs. And any one of those things instantly make up for any bad moments. Always. 

  • MR

    July 29, 2013 at 3:42 pm

    Parenting is definitely the hardest thing you will ever do. It can be so exasperating and draining, and there are moments I have some regret – more just that I miss the carefree times I used to have – but then there are those moments when your child makes you so stinking proud, or does the cutest thing ever, or says the cutest thing. There are those moments like the first time your child draws a picture of you and she together… You stare at those barely recognizable stick figures and the pride in her eyes and you light up with the joy in her gift. Yes, you seldom get to go to the bathroom alone, there is a TON of lack of sleep early on, and you will definitely take at least one shower while listening to your baby scream, but the other stuff makes it worth it. The hugs, the “I wuv ooo!”, and the joy in seeing life through their eyes! It is just incredible. My daughter (4 yrs) asked me what a sign meant (it was for a bike lane), and I had to try to explain it to her. The act of looking at something we see every day and breaking it down for a 4 yr old, and then hearing her take on it (she said bikes and walkers should just share the sidewalk and one can wait for the other to pass 🙂 … It is amazing to see life through the eyes of a child. To realize how complicated we have made things. To remind us to slow down and enjoy the small things.
    So, yes, it is different when they are your own. You get all the trials and tribulations (slightly less annoying because they are your own children and you are a little desensitized – although the crying so much mommy can’t even shower, that’s a parenting choice thing), but you also get the pride and the joy. And there is a lot of pride and joy.

  • Jeannie

    July 29, 2013 at 3:45 pm

    As someone just coming off a terrible, terrible morning with my seven year old and three year old: yes, it is still worth it. Yes, it is different when it’s your own kid. My kids are (generally) super awesome and worth every. single. sacrifice I have to make for them; but that doesn’t mean that I don’t occasionally think “Whose idea was this??!! What was I thinking??!”

    My husband puts it like this: the fact is, that there are great times with parenting, and bad times. The bad times don’t detract, at all, from the good times. The good times are made from awesomeness, and nothing else in my life compares. But the same is true of the bad times: the good times don’t make those bad times less hard. They still suck.

    It’s not a decision someone else can make for you — but don’t take a weekend with someone else’s kids going through a bad phase as indicative of what YOUR life will be like, or YOUR kids will be like.

    Good luck with your decision!

  • karen

    July 29, 2013 at 4:01 pm

    I think it’s also worth pointing out that kids always act differently, and usually less desirably, when other adults are around. Especially when they are not familiar with the new person. I went to stay at my good friend’s house, who lived quite a ways from me, when she had two young kids, before I had kids. She later confessed to me that she was so glad when I left because her kids calmed way down and she relaxed a lot because she had spent the whole week worried I would judge her parenting. So, doesn’t really address the main question, but an important point to consider.

    • Brooke

      July 30, 2013 at 3:37 pm

      I’m glad you made this point. I would hate to think that someone would decide whether to have kids based upon how they act when we have company. My kids can be amazing, polite, loving sweet and kind. But they rarely act like all of those things when we have guests. 

      Also wanted to add that the fact that you RECOGNIZE how hard it is, and have determined to engage in some self-reflection about whether you are cut out for it leads me to believe you are just the responsible sort of person who SHOULD be a parent. You are right. It is hard. And it isn’t a life event to be entered into without serious consideration. Not everyone is cut out to have children and no one should feel guilty about it for a second if they don’t feel called to do it. But – if you decide it’s for you – oh, how it is worth it. 

  • Rebecca

    July 29, 2013 at 4:47 pm

    “And of course, it’s entirely possible to have a rich, full and wonderfully meaningful life without them. Goodness gracious, the places I’d go and the people I’d see! The money I’d have and the freedom I’d probably completely not appreciate.”

    Thank you for acknowledging that one can have a meaningful life without kids. It’s what my husband and I have chosen – and we definitely appreciate “the freedom,” which is one of the reasons we’ve chosen to be childfree.

  • Kelli Oliver George

    July 29, 2013 at 5:32 pm

    Yes to all of what Amy said!

    Honestly?  I am not really a kid person. I HATED babysitting as a highschooler and chose the glorious career of collections and telemarketing (which paid far better anyway).  I ‘ve been baby crazy.  However, I AM crazy about my own kids.    And I still struggle being around other kids (my daughter’s birthday party last weekend shredded my every last nerve, ZOMG.)

    So, yes — it IS different when they are your own.

  • christine

    July 29, 2013 at 6:49 pm

    This maybe a controversial viewpoint… But for us, I found that the transition between one kid and two to be my breaking point.  When we had just one kid, we were able to do pretty much everything that we had done pre-kids, especially because it was very easy to drop him off with grandparents and be absolutely assured that all of them would have a good time while we took a break.  It was awesome, and everyone was happy…  Nowadays, our house feels a little bit more like the friends’ home described by the OP.

    Honestly, I often find myself thinking back to the ease and simplicity of having just one.  Now that we have two, I feel that I’ve lost all my freedom and I don’t know when it’s going to get better.  Our situation may be unique because our #2 is rather difficult and the dynamic between the two siblings has been challenging.  I’ve heard people with multiple kids say that there’s an advantage in having them entertain each other… I hope to god we get to that point soon.

    Anyhow, I guess what I’m saying is that as a compromise between no kids and multiple kids, you might consider having just one.  Phew, that was depressing.  🙂  I also had a bad morning — gah!

  • Holly

    July 29, 2013 at 8:00 pm

    Yes, absolutely different when they’re your own kids. My level of patience is much, much, much higher for my own two kids, and it dwindles from there, based on my relation to the other kids. Like, my niece and nephew get more patience than the school friends, and random kid crying in Target gets the least. Not that I judge the random kid crying, just that it tries my nerves way more than if it were the kid of my friend. Does that make sense? Same with diaper changing for instance, my own kids diapers, fine. My nephew/niece… okay. Some body else? NO WAY. I basically realize that this is why I am not a teacher. I like kids, but only the ones within my ‘circle’.

    I think the age difference between the OP’s friends kids is a big determinant of craziness factor in the house too. My kids are 3 years apart. My nephew and niece are 16months apart – it’s almost the worst, because at 3yo and 18mo, they are both kind of in the ‘terrible twos’ at the same time. Whereas at my house, my 3yo and infant are at totally different places in needs/wants/attention.

    And parenting choices do play a role as well, strong willed kid without strong willed parent? UGH. Trouble, trouble. I think that’s often when you see the worst behavior, because the parent can’t keep up with the ‘rules’ and the kid knows it.

  • KW

    July 29, 2013 at 9:04 pm

    What a poignant and lovely response, Amy. I’m definitely in the “different with your own kids” camp. If I caught someone else’s three year old grinding leftover cake from their party into my carpet , I might punt kick the kid (of course, not really, but I’d probably imagine myself doing it…). But catching MY three year old doing it? After an imaginary punt kick or two, I make him help clean it up, put him in time out, kiss away his tears afterwards and proceed to have a fabulous rest of my day listening to him chatter on about how much fun his birthday was…The freak out is totally normal too, I’m currently pregnant with #2, I KNOW how much I will love this child, I KNOW that it is mostly wonderfulness to come and I’m still gripped by OHNOOOOOWHATHAVEIDONE?!!! whenever I hear someone else’s kid crying. Cut yourself some slack, focus back on why you wanted to have kids in the first place and forget all the other little booger eaters out there. Yours, will be perfect (to you) 🙂

  • Olivia

    July 29, 2013 at 9:52 pm

    Amy, this is beautiful.

  • Autumn

    July 30, 2013 at 12:58 am

    I find I have so much more patience with my own kid than other people’s kids.  i’m pretty sure biology has something to do with that.  Granted, some of it is the kids, and there is a parenting component to it (um, never really a good long term plan to let your toddler run laps during dinner at a restaurant. . .).

    More specifically to your situation, since you are anticipating a major financial investment to have your own children.  Take a break from trying to get pregnant.  This advice comes from a dear friend who struggled with infertility for 3 years, but couldn’t afford any treatment options.  So they officially “stopped trying” for 6 months.  Both of them had physicals, tuned up some specific things that came up, and a year later they conceived naturally.  Not saying it will happen for you, but she said the pressure was off.  Sex was sex again and fun, not “fertilize me!”  
    I think you will be an awesome mom if things roll the right way for you.  And if not, that’s okay too!  If that is in your future, please say hello to Tahiti for me.  

  • Caroline

    July 30, 2013 at 5:57 am

    Thing is, there is a little bit of what you describe in having a child – any child, so yes, it is totally legitimate to feel freaked out at the notion.

    But here’s the thing; a lot of what happens is what is allowed to happen. It’s not actually law to accede to the demands on a moment by moment basis. My kids -there are 2 of them – slept through by 4-5 months. Why? Because I ensured that it happened, not through vicious cruelty, but through prioritising discipline and not being a martyr with no needs of my own. You can parent this way also and have an entirely different experience of parenthood. Sure, it IS exhausting, it is full-on, there are times when you are very much bottom of the pile and frazzled, but from what you have said, this couple have chosen to let their children run the show completely and pander. You could think ” I shall not do this. You eat what you are given – within reason – and that is it. If you don’t, fine, you can try again at breakfast tomorrow”. You can enforce bed time! It’s not illegal!

    Best of luck with your decision – and no, children are most definitely not a requirement for a happy, successful and fulfilled life. I adore my own, but am not a major fan of kids in general!

  • Jen

    July 30, 2013 at 7:41 am

    The other thing that’s ‘different when it’s your own’ is that parenting is done on your terms. 

    You get to decide how you deal with your own kid’s challenges and quirks (eating, sleeping, general mayhem), and you get to decide when enough is enough in terms of behaviour you want to curb/guide in a different direction.

    To be fair, there are times your kid will just be an absolute monster, no matter what (especially around 2-3), but overall, you and your husband will be 2/3 of your family dynamic, and that has a great impact on how your family unit tackles the word. 

    • Melissa@Mama Never Sleeps

      July 31, 2013 at 4:01 am

      On the sleep thing: We had three beautiful sleepers precisely because of maintaining that sleep was hard and fast priority in our house.

      That is, until baby #4 came. And then #5.

      And whoa. Turns out it probably wasn’t so much US as it was their own personality. These last two DO NOT sleep normally and haven’t since day one. Our efforts have reduced the issues to a point, but they exist. I’m writing this at 2am, just having gotten the little one back to sleep. Again.

      We’ve been quite humbled on this aspect. They still are bright, amazing, wonderful little guys. But we are definitely tired.

  • Diane

    July 30, 2013 at 10:08 am

    Oh, Amy! Maybe I’ve gotten weepy since having my own baby but this was so beautiful and spot-on and perfect. It’s completely true, all of it. And for the record, it IS different when it’s your own.

  • Carolyn

    July 30, 2013 at 11:53 am

    During the period prior to my first pregnancy when hubby and I were waffling about having kids at all, I happened to read this wonderful piece on The Rumpus.   The final paragraph in particular gets me every time.  *sniffle*

    • Julie

      July 30, 2013 at 4:56 pm

      Carolyn, that piece is brilliant and wonderful! Thank you for sharing.

  • Kate

    July 30, 2013 at 11:53 am

    As a formerly VERY impatient and irritable person, I can understand your anxiety about this. When I got pregnant I texted my one and only friend with children at the time, lamenting how I would ever find patience to deal with all of the things you’ve mentioned above. You will find the patience. You will dig deep and find patience and love in quantities you didn’t know possible. And all the bullshit…let me just put it this way. Every day I walk in his room and my heart beats through my chest because I love him so much. I break down barriers in my mind about how much love I thought was possible to have every single day. That is the remarkable thing about your children. You will want to pull your hair out, you will mourn being single and free, and some days you just wish you could bump bedtime up by a few hours so they would leave you alone, but in return you earn a sacred awareness, a gift of true, unfiltered, unbiased love with no strings attached. There is nothing like it in the world.

    • Kate

      July 30, 2013 at 11:55 am

      Didn’t mean to submit yet!

      Anyway, that is why it’s different with your own kids. That kind of love only comes from your own children, in my humble opinion.

  • Matti

    July 30, 2013 at 11:39 pm

    Just to reiterate what others have said… Yes, it is different when it is your own. I never considered myself “maternal” and was never set on having children, but leaned a little more toward having them than not having them. Once we decided to go for it, it was much harder than we thought and we faced fertility issues. We have a little guy now and he really is the best thing ever. I still have little to no patience for other people’s kids especially when you can see that the kids have more control than the parents. But here’s the thing: if someone tolerates their kid throwing full-on super tantrums at 5 years old, then that is their prerogative. I am much more tolerable (not so much tolerable as much as I can ignore it better now) of bad behavior because I realize that the parents have given the green light (either directly or indirectly) for the kid to act that way.  The thing is you get to choose (for the most part) how you parent your kids and what rules are enforced and manners expected. And honestly, of my girlfriends that I have grown up with, most have said they were happily surprised with how much they liked motherhood. Best of luck to you, and I would recommend you getting a copy of Taking Charge of Your Fertility. I learned A LOT and can partially thank that book for our little guy.

  • mm

    August 1, 2013 at 2:36 am

    beautiful post Amy, beautifully written.
    to the OP: I am 35 with a boy aged 2 who was a surprise and a girl aged 9 months who was planned. About 4 years ago, still single, I had no thought of having kids yet and I distinctly remember saying to my aunt, ‘Being stuck at home with 2 small children everyday would be my idea of hell’. And now here I am! Life laughing at me…
    Anyway you know what? I WOULD NOT CHANGE IT. Not for one second. Even though it is total chaos much of the time and yes my kids are clingy and the whole bit, when I said what I did to my aunt, I was ignorant of one important possibility, that I might actually really like my kids. As people. I like them. They drive me nuts at times but they are Awesome. I love them and there is nothing I won’t do for them. And I’m grateful for them every single day.
    Also, one thing that I have learned is that life neither begins nor ends when you have kids (no matter what some people will tell you). I don’t believe having children is the only worthwhile life choice – I believe it is possible to have a full life without having children, it’s just that for many of us in comfortable societies – having children is our main experience of growing beyond ourselves and our own preoccupations. We could do it in other ways but they are less common for us. And I also don’t believe that you can or should abandon your sense of self when you become a parent. Your own needs are still part of the mix. When you have kids the things that are really important to you do not change. Having kids just crystallises your priorities a bit, some of the non-essentials fall away.
    Not that I’ve got it all figured out though. We are trying to decide whether to go for number 3 and I am all, ‘But my life!’ Ha ha ha. It’s a doosie.
    From my own point of view I say go for it, but try to remain zen. Not too attached to the outcome. Life is full of surprises. Try to enjoy where you are now. Good luck.

  • Oh, Crap

    August 1, 2013 at 11:53 am

    I haven’t read all of the other comments on this post, but since I’ve been helped by the comments when I’ve written in with questions (most recently about my baby name wars situation) I thought I’d chime in.

    My daughter was born 6 weeks ago, and if it helps, the newborn phase has been infinitely less hard than I’d expected, and significantly easier than people told me it would be.  Is it always like this? No, but I just wanted to point out that the hard that people tell you to expect is not that hard.

    When people told me I’d need to breastfeed her 10-12 times per day, I was like, wow, that sounds really awful.  But it’s not!  
    I think in my case the hard vs. easy, worth it vs. not has everything to do with attitude and readiness and the relationship you have with my partner. He and I are solid, we were extremely ready (10 years married, both in good spots in our careers, had a lot of therapy to deal with past issues), and my attitude is positive and optimistic.  Perspective is all: every difficult moment in parenting is short-lived, because they grow. so. fast. 

    I agree with a previous commentor that you absolutely can be happy without becoming a parent, and I completely respect the choice to be child-free. I was on the fence a few years ago, when my partner and I weren’t in a solid place, and the thing that tipped me over to the “I must have children” side, was attending my grandfather’s funeral and looking out at the sea of descendants that had come from his family. Imagining my own long life, my own funeral, I realized how lonely it would be, how (for me) it would feel empty.

    You’ll have your moment, when you’ll feel tipped to one side or the other. Go with it and trust yourself!

  • leslie

    August 7, 2013 at 3:01 pm

    I’m a bit late in responding to this, but I feel compelled to respond anyway in hopes that the OP will maybe see it. Do it!!! The fact that you’ve tried for this long tells me that you aren’t really on the fence. In my experience, people who do not want to have children know it for a certainty. The rest are just people that are anxious about the prospect (like me. I never knew “for sure” I wanted kids, but that was mostly b/c I was scared of giving up my freedom, not b/c I actually didn’t want kids). I always said that if I married someone who didn’t want kids, I could easily have been talked out of it. I’ve never been good with kids and never really loved being around other peoples’ kids. But I married someone who did want kids. And here we are, two kids later, and I wouldn’t change it for the world. Everything everyone else has said about the love you’ll have for your own kids is so true. I am often frightened by how much I love them. And this is despite all the not so fun parts (tantrums, sleepless nights, messes, etc.). And, honestly, I still am not crazy about other peoples’ kids. Or, I should say, I still am not good at interacting with other peoples’ kids. But I’m crazy about mine. So, yes, it’s different with your own. Also, though, the scene you are describing with your friends’ kids, IMHO, is NOT normal. Yes, kids have meltdowns and tantrums and what have you. It’s inevitable. BUT…there is absolutely no reason whatsoever that a kid should melt down as much as your friends’ kid did. That is purely parenting. They have allowed it to happen, so it does. In my house, there is no way in hell me and my husband are going to let our littles run the show. Period. There are rules and boundaries and all that, and they know that. This does not make them any less happy. They are indredibly happy kids. Kids need boundaries. Period. Just remember that, and you’ll be fine!

  • newmom

    August 7, 2013 at 8:48 pm

    I was on the fence a very long time and ended up in therapy as I didn’t want time to make the decision for me. I decided that I really wanted to have a baby, but at many points I think it could have gone the other way. I was really happy with my life as it was. 

    I just had my baby in March and although I heard “it’s different if it’s your baby” and a variety of other cliches throughout my pregnancy, I remained skeptical. I hoped to hell it was true (as the OP says), but really, what does that mean? Different how? Will I suddenly not care about sleep any more? Does the baby’s cuteness erase all feelings of frustration?

    Even now, I can’t tell you how different it is, but I’d like to share something that no one told me. Maybe it’s blindingly obvious to everyone else, but this caught me by surprise (I come from a small family without a lot of babies). Babies inspire love and connection in a unique and amazing way. Between you and them, between friends, family, babies bring people together to share the love (if that doesn’t sound to cheesy). For me, that’s been the best part – feeling connected to the people I love and care about in a totally new way. Well, maybe a  tie with how much I love my little girl.

    Wishing you the best with your decision, whatever you decide. 

  • Zivka

    August 8, 2013 at 12:19 pm

    Giving birth is a natural act, procreation is a fundamental law of nature. Expecting baby should be a time of joy. Unfortunately, in Western civilization, baby expectations is filled with series of complicated procedures and fear of the future. Therefore the nations where the birth is still a natural process, are going to conquer the world.

  • betttina

    August 16, 2013 at 1:46 pm

    My whole life, I’ve LOVED kids. There are pictures of me at age 2, crawling around on the floor with a neighbor’s baby and trying to give her a bottle. At social gatherings, even as a kid, I would always gravitate toward the littler kids and babies. I babysat constantly from age 11 til I moved away for college. I LOVE BABIES.

    Then I finally had one after years of trying…and I don’t really like other people’s babies anymore. I’d rather be with my kid than any other.

    • Call Me Jo

      September 1, 2017 at 12:40 pm

      This! So much of this. I babysat so many kids. I nannied for two different families. I was the go-to babysitter for all my friends. Until I had my own. Now I want nothing to do with other people’s kids. Part of that is that I already have a day filled, sometimes overflowing, with kids and their fluids, and needs, and holy time suck Batman! But also, my kids are clearly better than other people’s kids LOL.

  • Marissa

    August 22, 2013 at 10:56 pm

    Disclaimer: you may not love your baby within the first two hours of its birth. I sure as hell didn’t. Took me at least a few weeks. It takes some parents longer. Don’t worry if you don’t love the kid right away.

  • Billie

    August 30, 2013 at 12:39 pm

    Oh my goodness yes!!! I always thought I wanted children but the older I was getting the more I was becoming unsure that I really did want them. I’m not gonna lie kids got on my nerves all the time. My mom kept telling me, “it’ll be different with your own kids”. I wasn’t sure if I truly believed that but my fiance wanted children and after a lot of thought I decided I was ready. Now after having my first I can honestly say my mom was right!! I could not imagine not having her and……I’m ready for more children! Even during the crying and the late night feeding,,,I LOVE IT!! My daughter’s cry didn’t bother me at all. I remember when other babies would cry it would drive me bananas!! Her cry didn’t do that to me. Strange but true. I say GO FOR IT!!

  • Alexa

    September 6, 2013 at 3:36 pm

    Beautifully put, Amy. The way I see it, there are wonderful times and there are terrible times and there are boring times and scary times and silly times because parenting is LIFE above all else. Nothing else in life is simple and one-dimensional, so why should parenting be? If it makes sense, it is the “lifeyest” part of my life that I have lived so far :). And I love it, most of the time, but I love my little boys ALL of the time.