Usually I get a little hot under the collar when I hear parents muse longingly about whether their life would have been happier without kids. Oh, to even have kids to imagine away.
Such parental musing happened, again, the other night by a mother of two who didn’t have any idea how ludicrous she sounded to an infertile woman who only wished she’d had the chance to have one. I didn’t have the energy to point out the irony, paid my bill and went home.
The absurdity of the situation took on added meaning after Geohde in the UK sent me an article from an Australian newspaper on a similar subject. She said it made her brain hurt. (Somehow I feel the need to get a Canadian perspective to help round out the British Empire — other non-empire citizens are welcome to weigh in as well.) The article is entitled: Happiness plummets with kids’ arrival.
So apparently there is a conference called Happiness and its Causes, and according to a professor who presented scientific data, if one were to read between the lines I should be among THE happiest people on the planet because I don’t have kids.
Yes. Per his research, “despite the belief that children were the apples of our eyes, they actually had a negative impact on happiness. The more kids you had, the sadder you were likely to be.”
I’m guessing he didn’t spend a lot of time talking to people who can’t seem to have them.
The prof seems a perfect example of a guy who may have a lot of academic degrees but is in great need of tact among other things. One of the sentences from the article that made my head want to explode was his declaration that having kids was not unlike like owning Armani socks.
I’m not kidding. He says, and I quote, “When people own Armani socks they can’t stop telling you they are the best socks, the most amazing socks. (But) I suspect that one of the reasons that people who own Armani
socks think they are wonderful is because they have paid $85 for a
This would indicate that those who spend beaucoup bucks and succeed with fertility treatments must brag endlessly on their children because they dropped some serious coin to get them??
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Ah…just as I was ready to post this morning I received a lovely surprise from Ms. Heathen who bestowed a Pink Rose Award. Many thanks to her and Kymberli who created this idea.
In turn I would like to offer, well about a thousand and one. First to each of you who drop by and visit, this rose is for you. I’d also like highlight these roses personified:
Mel who provides limitless support and inspiration. She is always there to prop us up when we’ve been leveled and to encourage us along whichever path we choose.
Lori whose sunny disposition and generous heart lets us know that bad days are followed by good days.
Chicklet who has fire in the belly to spare and a wicked sense of humor. I admire her spunk.
The rules are as follows:
1. On your blog, copy and paste the award, these rules, a link back to the person who selected you, and a link to this post. You will find the story behind the Pink Rose Award and other graphics to choose from there.
Select as many award recipients as you would like, link to their blogs
(if they have one), and explain why you have chosen them.
3. Let them know that you have selected them for an award by commenting on one of their posts.
4. If you are selected, pass it on by giving the Pink Rose Award to others.
If you find that someone you want to nominate has already been selected
by someone else, you can still honor them by posting a comment on their
award post stating your reasons for wishing to grant them the award.
6. You do not have to wait until someone nominates you to nominate someone else.