Grew up in an environment where everyone talked about kids as being some sort of magical force that brightened everything. To be fair, those around me did lament the lack of sleep, the chaos, etc but it was "always totally worth it."
I'm writing this less than 12 hours after my daughter had a 4-hour meltdown, an event that isn't rare with her. And yet "isn't abnormal," apparently.
I believe everyone in the comments (as of posting this one) has had truly wonderful/worthwhile experiences. But I also think there's a lack of conversation and representation from people who do not have positive experiences.
"Regret" is a word with a lot of baggage, especially since my daughter is only three (and a lot could improve in upcoming years), but at the very least I wish I had more exposure to people in my situation, before having a kid.
They're going to smile at you, and run to you for hugs. Don't miss that because you're looking at what you had to give up.
Especially, don't be desperately trying to keep some free time in your life, and some mental space in your head, and avoid giving them your time and attention. Giving them time and attention is where the payback for the losses comes. (It's also your job now.) Don't short-change them. If you do, you're also short-changing yourself - missing the gains by trying to minimize the losses.
https://youtu.be/x2mS3uDqQL4?si=gRFn6XL9aMTg4sFA
The way to think about it is simply this: Who do you want at your funeral and what do you want them to remember you for?
(Edit: for full disclosure I am not a "helicopter parent" or hugely sentimental, and in Blueprint, Robert Plomin licenses benign neglect to get good outcomes!)
My only "regret" was I didn't have them sooner so that I'd have more energy and drive. But, in reality, it wouldn't be the same and I'd have other regrets if so.
I never wanted kids. Why bring more people to this shit show, you know? So I just focused on my work and having a good time.
But my better half always wanted kids and we've been together for years.
One day, while on vacation, I get the news that the project I was working on remotely had been pulled and the whole team is out of a job. That's when it hit me: fuck it.
And so we did.
Financially, I'm borderline poor. Mentally, I'm beat. Physically, I'm useless. Parenting is the hardest thing (being a tourist is easy). It's the epitomy of paranoia. It's like extreme sports for the mind.