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  • 7/29/2016 3:24:21 AM

    DINK, it's been a while since you've heard that acronym. This refers to those of us who are married with no kids. When you say the acronym out loud, as in 'Dink', to me it sounds rather demeaning and derogatory. In the Navy this term means to be behind in work and qualifications.The one I'm talking about is Dual Income No Kids. My husband and I do not have any children, we tried, I had faulty plumbing thus no children. It is my observation that society expects married couples to have children...why else would you get married? Um, love, companionship, commitment... What happens when you aren't able to have children? For my husband and I it was a period of pain and disappointment, we wanted a family. Lately it seems in society's definition that we're 'dink'... behind because we don't have any children. Seriously, who determines this definition of what a modern family should be like. We've come a long way in the definition of marriage and family.... mixed families, blended families, same sex families, yet they all seem to have the addition of children when represented in mainstream media. But what if you can't? What if you don't want to have children? I've also gotten the question after the pitying look, 'so why not adopt?'.... well, most of those have come from people I do not no for which I answer, 'it's personal'. It is. For some reason some women believe that because you are a woman you will just tell her your life story and everything personal... just because you are a woman. Never mind that you don't know this person from atom, and frankly their just nosey and intrusive. Here on Savvy Auntie I will share, because ladies, we are all pretty much in the same boat here... no kids and the world giving us crap about it. So tired of the judging looks I get when I tell people no, no kids. I get looked at like I'm a defective toaster. What the heck? I have also discovered it's like being picked for teams when I was in grade school.... all the cool soccer moms on one team, oh you... sad little woman with no children, who has no life.... yeah. Seriously. I scrapbook, and a few years ago I was at a get together called a crop (that's where a bunch of scrapbookers get together and create scrapbooks, usually in a craft store), anyhow, a woman asked me 'How many children do you have? I haven't seen you make any pages about your kids." I said, I said, I don't have any. She then replied 'Then why do you scrapbook?'. Yeah, seriously.... I said, biting my tongue til it bled because I really wanted to tell this pretentious nosey little elitist off.... 'I scrapbook because I live, I have a life. I travel, I have a wonderful husband, and a wonderful family, and a great history'. Yah. You know this reality.

    Mother's Day has come and gone. It's a double edged sword that day is. We want to honor our own mothers, and we also feel the pang of loss of not being able to be mother's ourselves. I was blessed to have lots of 'Mom's' in my life, and for the longest time I yearned to be a mother. Yet my body had other ideas and it just wasn't going to happen. For those of us, for whatever reason, who cannot be mothers this is a rough day for us. I used to feel inferior, less of a woman because I couldn't be a mother. I was blessed to not have one of those mothers who was constantly asking me when I was going to produce a grandchild. Thank GOD for feminist mothers. Yet inside I carried the pain of infertility and the empty womb deep inside of me for a long time. I felt like I had let my husband down as well. Sounds a little old fashioned, a little 1950's, but that's what I felt. I also felt like a square peg in a round hole when it came to what group I fit into... I was no longer a single, I was married, but I didn't fit in with the majority of married women because they all had children and I just couldn't 'relate' to them. Along with the pain of infertility I was having an identity crisis. I was very fortunate to have a wonderful family who supported me emotionally, and a mother who didn't lay a load of guilt on me for not giving her grandchildren.

    Yet I do have a child... he's about 14 lbs, orange fur, four legs and lots of 'catitude'... my boy Tybalt. Even though we didn't spend hours pushing a child out of our hoo-ha physically, we can be 'mothers' in many other ways, so don't despair. And not being a mother physically does NOT make you any less of a woman.

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  • Auntie Fla said at 4:39 pm on Jul 31 2016
    Hi Kimbery, I left a comment for you in the forum, so I won't repeat that content. However, I had a "so-called friend" who asked me once why I have such a large home when I have no kids. I answered truthfully that we enjoyed having family members & friends stay over since we don't all live close by each other. Whether that answer satisfied her or not, that's her problem. I guess, for some, having kids is all that matters in life. We've had several rescued dogs over the past 20+ yrs and have had plenty to do to keep us happy and fulfilled. My mom's exact words to me once were "I'm sure God didn't have children in mind for everyone on this earth." I was much younger when she said that and she is gone now, so she will never know now just how much that meant to me.