By Kathleen Guthrie Woods
If someone asked me if I’d ever declared bankruptcy or if I’d ever done drugs or if I’d ever shoplifted, I would answer with a simple “No.”
Period. End of conversation.
But when a new acquaintance asks, “Do you have children?” for some crazy reason, I feel compelled to elaborate.
“No, we have dogs.”
“No, I didn’t meet my husband until we were too old.”
“No, but I love my nieces and nephews.”
In my opinion, I have no obligation to answer any of the above questions beyond the one-word reply. So why is it that I feel I owe people an explanation about my childfreeness? I really don’t know.
I’d love to hear what you think and how you reply, and maybe I’ll find the courage to just say “no” the next time someone asks.
Kathleen Guthrie Woods is a Northern California–based freelance writer. She is mostly at peace with being childfree.