NOTE FROM KATIE: Many of the comments below this post have let me know that I unintentionally gave offense with my words. Please accept my apology.
Recently, I had a conversation with an elderly man - a shut-in - who lost his wife not long ago. He told me about how much he missed her, and about the wonderful, childfree life they had enjoyed when they were younger. They had traveled, and collected art, and had never regretted their decision to forego having kids. Never, that is, until they began experiencing the illnesses and injuries that generally come with growing old. As it turned out, his beloved wife ended up spending her final years bedridden, and he suffers from several serious ailments as well.
Today he is very much alone. His parents and siblings are gone, and most of his friends are dead or being cared for by family members themselves. He does receive occasional visits from members of the church to which he and his wife belonged, but mostly he spends his days watching television and - as he explained to me - second-guessing his decision not to become a parent. He said that he and his wife hadn't wanted to take on the responsibility of children; they were having too much fun. But when they became older, and needed help themselves, there was no one around to take on the responsibility for them.
I have always very much admired people who know themselves well enough, and who are honest enough to decide that becoming a parent isn't for them. In a world that seems to excessively glorify baby-having, it takes a lot of gumption to decide to buck the trend and remain childless. Some of my childfree friends know they simply don't have what it takes to do "the hardest job in the world," while others would likely be excellent parents, but simply enjoy their adult-centered lives too much to bring children into it. Heck, as much as I adore my children, I will admit to occasional moments of wondering what it would be like to live a life free of the kind of ultimate responsibility that comes with parenthood.
But I wonder, who will care for my childless friends when they grow old? In recent years, my own grandparents have reached the stage where they can no longer care for themselves, and it is their adult children and grandchildren who have stepped up to the very daunting and demanding task of providing that care. My 92 year old grandmother is completely bedridden, but she is able to stay in her own home because her children pay for, organize, and oversee the care she needs. She is not lonely because her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren consider it their responsibility to spend time with her every day. She cared for us; now we are caring for her. I shudder to think what would happen to her if she didn't have family. It would be a nightmare situation because she is 100% helpless at this point, as helpless as the babies she diapered and fed and watched over at another stage in her life.
Certainly, other friends and family members can care for the elderly. "Family" doesn't have to mean biological children, and community-building is important for all of us, whether we are parents or not. Really, we should all consider it our responsibility to care for the helpless among us, whether or not we are actually kin to them. But he reality is this: when the hardest, messiest and most exhausting parts of caring for an old person arise, who is most likely to be willing to step up to those tasks? Throughout human history, the answer has always been one's own offspring.
Certainly, no one should have children just so she will have someone to care for her when she gets old. But for the young, healthy, and voluntarily childless among us, my elderly friend reminded me last week that it's an issue worth considering.
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