One of my close friends was always the one who babysat every summer and loved kids. I rarely babysat because I never enjoyed being around kids, even when I was a teenager. The only time I enjoyed being around kids was when I was a kid, Lol.
Anyway, my friend always loved kids and everyone expected that she would have a bunch of kids when she grew up. She got married young, had a bad marriage, got divorced, had a longtime relationship that ultimately went sour, by that time she had cancer and had to have a full hysterectomy, so she couldn’t have kids. It would have been a very bad idea for her to have had children with her former husband or the man she had the long term relationship with. So by the time she was in her mid 40’s, having kids was not an option.
In the meantime, several of her close friends and her sister had multiple kids. Again, my friend was the babysitter for all of these children. She loves kids, and loves babysitting other people’s kids, but she has an extremely full and busy life and she seems pretty happy not to have had kids of her own, under the circumstances. She probably has a few regrets, late at night, but for the most part, I think she’s pretty content with the fact that she does not have kids.
I don’t have kids by a definite choice. I pretty much decided that when I was around 4 or 5 years old. I’ve just always known that I didn’t want kids, at least not the two legged human kind. So she and I are really close and even though we both are childless for different reasons, both of us are more than content not to have children at this point in our lives.
My best friend (the first friend is a lifelong childhood friend, and my best friend live in different cities and have never met, although they know of each other) is also, like me, childess by choice and neither she nor I have ever regretted that decision.