Ted
The pilot formerly known as Twin Engine Ted
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- Oct 9, 2007
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Neither my wife nor I ever wanted kids, and I got the snip-snip a few years ago to prevent any mistakes. I always make the joke that I will die cold and alone, and someone responded once and said there are plenty of people with kids that die cold and alone. I understand why people want kids, and people with kids understand why we don't want them. My niece and nephew are getting everything once we pass to the great litter box in the sky, and I remind them all the time they have to be nice to us or else they are out of the will. So far it seems to be working.
I think the idea of "I want kids so I have someone to take care of me when I'm old" is one of the dumbest reasons people make for having kids. There's no guarantee that just because you have children that they will support or care for you when you're old. The trend these days is that the kids just put you in a retirement/nursing home. Well, you can do that yourself without any kids, you just might need to do it a bit ahead of time. My grandmother made the decision to move to a retirement community on her own that had a built-in nursing wing. When she fell and broke her leg they moved her to nursing and she never went back to unassisted living after that.
The fact that she had kids didn't ultimately mean much. My mom went down to see her about 4x/year in those days for maybe a week at a time. My uncle (my grandmother's son) went less. My cousin who lived local to her went the most often, but she was miserable and essentially alone for those last few years as her brain decayed. There were some nice looking pictures that were taken when we all gathered for her birthday once a year, but it was a miserable existence for her. The folks who lived in unassisted living never went to go visit their friends who had gone to nursing, which I thought was stupid. They didn't want to see what was likely to come of them, but what goes around comes around - and when it was their turn, I'm sure nobody visited them, either.
I always felt sorry for my grandmother, but as unhappy as she was she was also too stubborn to stop breathing. Finally one day, her body moved on.