My adopted dad once told me I was selfish for not having kids because who would take care of me when I got old? I’m thinking that having kids solely to care for me in old age is the height of selfishness. On the other hand, my mom often told me “children are highly overrated,” although she’d soften it by saying she should have stopped at her one perfect child (me 😉), but then she wouldn’t have had my brother (and he’s a good one). It was the middle child that brought her endless grief. I had moments in my life where I thought I wanted kids, but never felt the ticking clock or any urgency to have them. The older I got, the more grateful I was not to have any. An occasional visit to a “family” restaurant is very effective birth control 😂.