I’m childless, but my life is full of blessings

Last night I had pizza for dinner. Just pizza. No salad, no veggies, no dessert, no wine or beer. No meat. Just half of a homemade mushroom and olive pizza. I ate it while reading a book. Nearby the dog crunched on her kibble. After dinner, I would decide whether or not to wash my dishes—not—and go off to church choir practice. Later I would grab a cookie and settle in to watch whatever I wanted on TV (Have you seen the new show “This is Us”? Watch it.) In the commercials, I would check email, and when I ran out of email, I would play solitaire on my phone. Then I’d turn off the lights, give the dog a Milk-Bone and go to sleep, undisturbed by man, child or dog (unless we had another thunderstorm).

This is the selfish, self-contained life of a woman in her 60s with no children and no husband. I don’t have to share, I don’t have to plan balanced meals, and I don’t have to coordinate my activities with anyone else. Do I get lonely? Do I turn to the emptiness on the other side of the bed and remember early morning kisses and smiles? Do I wish my phone would ring and a voice would say, “Hi Mom, how are you?” Do I feel like I blew it when I realize that I’m this old and I never had kids? Of course.

But we can’t change what happened before; we can only go on from here. And for those of you who are terrified you’re end up alone like me, “here” is not terrible. In fact, most of the time, I like it.

Advising people to count their blessings is such a cliché, but it helps. Right now, at 7:30 a.m., it’s just getting light here on the Oregon coast. An hour ago, I could see the moon through the kitchen skylight. Now the sky is quilted with gray clouds that are slowly turning pink over the pine trees. It’s going to be a beautiful day. For the first time in over a week, no rain is predicted. I am alive, I am healthy, and I have work that I love. I have a good house and just enough money to pay for it. I have friends and family to cherish. I have Annie, the sweetest dog in the world.

No, I don’t have children, and my husband died. That sucks, but I can’t change it. I look at the sky getting lighter every minute, and I go on.

I know that many of you are half my age or younger and still trying to figure out what to do in relationships where your partner is reluctant or unable to have children. Stay or go? Accept being childless or fight against it? Now is the time in your life when you can still change things. I remember the turmoil of those days, the feeling that I had to do something but not knowing what to do.

You have to face reality. When you marry someone who has been married before and who has already had children, they’re finished with that stage of life. You come in as the second course (or third, or dessert), and they’re just not ready to start over. They might be willing, but it’s understandable if they’re not. It’s a cold way to look at it, but it’s true. Can their children make up for the ones you might never have? Sometimes yes, sometimes no. It’s worth a try.

However, if you started out together thinking you’d have children, then you have every right to demand that your partner stick to the original plan. You do not have to hide your tears or your anger. Make it known that their refusal to have children or their refusal to make a decision about it is not fair.

I got an annulment in the Catholic church because my first husband refused to have kids. The archdiocesan tribunal in San Francisco ruled that it was never a valid marriage. To be honest, that marriage was doomed anyway, but the church ruled in my favor against my baby-refusing husband. Now on his third marriage, he never did have any children. I loved him. I thought we’d have children and a long, happy life together. I had no way of predicting how things would turn out.

Where am I going with this? In a valid marriage, in a genuine loving partnership, you agree on important things like having children. You’re open to talking about it. And you don’t deny something so essential to someone you want to spend your life with. On the other hand, if one of you is physically unable to have children, then both of you are unable to have children. You’re in it together.

Take a look at your life and your relationship. Is it worth keeping just as it is? Do you wake up happy every morning that he or she is there? Can you count your blessings? Or do you need to take another path before it’s too late so that when you get to my age, you can wake up and say, “Life is good”?

The pink clouds have faded to white against a pale blue sky. The dog is asleep in her chair. It’s time to get dressed and brew another cup of tea. Life is good.

What do you think? I treasure your comments.

 

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9 thoughts on “I’m childless, but my life is full of blessings

  1. This reassured me in so many ways. As a woman in my 30s who can’t have children, sometimes I have moments of panic where I think we need to do something drastic so that my 60 year-old self will have a family and I can say “Life is good”. But then I realize, no, that’s not the way. I’m happy today. Life is good today. I’ve been through a lot, but I have a fulfilling life and there’s no reason that this won’t continue on for the next 50 years!

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  2. I am almost 36. No kids. No marriage. But a long time boyfriend/partner. I’m on the fence at the thought of having children. And even getting married. I have not a good record in consistency and with something so important as those two subjects it’s not right to go in halfcocked. Can’t go on half on kids or marriage. Doesn’t look like it will happen. I’m not majorly upset. Just a bit pensive and still quite scared at the thought of the two. Thanks for your blog

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  3. This post really touched my heart. It is beautiful. I have really been struggling lately. I am married to a man 11 years my senior with two teenage children and an ex wife closer to his age. At 29 I have no children. My spouse had a vasectomy 16 years ago. Approximately 8 months ago we discussed having it reversed after I expressed a desire to have a child of my own. We setup a reversal procedure appointment months in advance and 3 weeks before the procedure was to take place, he backed out and cancelled. I spent my earlier years in college and later worked as a flight attendant until I married him. I always thought I had more time and I delayed having children because I felt (and still feel) I would have missed out on some great adventures. Now I feel like my ship has sailed. I do have a wonderful dog that I hover over like a baby, but I’m still coping with this new reality. Your story reminds me that the most lasting relationship you will ever have is the one with yourself. It is the only true, ’till death do you part’. I try to remember that and let myself be the maker of my own happiness. Thank you for your posts. They help so much.

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  4. This was lovely. I’m up against a big life decision right now and it’s nice to read something that is real but also calm and loving. I either move in with my partner and his son or we are done; he’s tired of waiting for me to commit. I just don’t know what to do. I said yes to a July move to buy me some time, and now I’m praying and trying to listen to my higher power’s voice. So far I’m just as confused, but more calm. I’m 43. I won’t be having kids of my own at this point. Not unless a miracle occurs. I’m not sure I won’t be resentful if I take this on and don’t want to put any of us in that kind of damaging situation. I love the man. Do I love him enough to move in and marry him and be a step mother to his son? I really don’t know. How much love would that take? Will I get it back in turn? I just don’t know.

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