I do not want children, hands down.
Part of it was based on working at McDonald’s and seeing some of the most spoiled brats in the world. I had to do some of the birthday parties (hint, don’t go to McD for a birthday party, it’s really crappy and a waste of money) and I got to observe the mothers and I decided I didn’t really want to be like any of them.
Part of it has come with me finding out where my place in the world is. I think it’s too easy to become a parent and it’s an easy yet committing and expensive way to add purpose to one’s life. I simply do not desire that much commitment. As well, I am still a child myself, even though I’m an adult – my life up to this point has been pretty much school and working, why would I want to enslave myself right back into something else for 20+ years!
Plus there are way too many babies out there anyway for me to responsibly make more. I am very open to adoption, that way I can avoid the newbie phase (good for bonding but bad for living). Regardless, it’s not anything I’m seriously considering at all at this point in my life. Right now, my goals are to find my passions in life and to amass money so that I may pursue my goals facilitated, and a baby does not play well into my goals at all.
With all this said, it’s worthwhile to note that my body and subconscious mind don’t think the same way as my logical mind does. I have dreams sometimes with powerful imagery of my non-existent children, I coo around babies, it’s very clear that my body sure wants to have babies. But I gain power in knowing that I am conquering one of the biggest purposes my body has, to procreate.