Throughout my childhood, insofar as I ever thought ahead to my adult domestic life, I assumed I would do exactly as my mother had done. I thought the ideal plan was to get married straight out of college, wait about three years, and then have three daughters, each spaced out two years apart. There was a sort of fairy-tale symmetry to that arrangement. While it was comfortably far off in the future, I could take it for granted that I wanted something similar. I took it for granted, as I think most girls do, that I would want children.
Then the future came up to meet me, and found me changed. Continue reading “The Childfree Choice”