Everything is a trade off. I have gone without so my children could have. My time is not my own, I have no place for MY stuff that it won't be pawed through. I have little privacy - let's face it, when kids are young you can't even go to the bathroom alone. There are days I would give every penny I own for 5 minutes of peace and quiet, and days where I keep salesmen on the phone just to talk to an adult. I have had few hot meals since my kids were born. I eat last, I go to bed last, I get up first. My needs come last in the house. My daughter is starting to hit puberty and quite frankly I'm scared.
But on the other hand my children enrich my life like nothing else. The sticky hands, gooey kisses, hurried hugs, sparkling eyes, the ugly lump of clay ("It's a pinch pot, mom!") you get every year. The joy of understanding in their eyes when they "get it". The laughter over their first caught fish. The agony over the first bike wreck. The anticipation of their footsteps on the front porch after school, "I GOT AN A" "I'M HUNGRY" "MOM GUESS WHAT" "HEY I WAS TALKING" and everything else all in one breath. The feeling of a small soft warm hand slip into mine during a walk. Relearning the innocence of catching snowflakes on your tongue, snowball fights, and making snowmen.
The joys, the heartaches, the lack of privacy, the lack of time, the extra work around the house. It's all a trade. It's not for everyone. Being a parent is, bar none, the toughest most underpaid, underappreciated, and undervalued job EVER. It's also one of the most rewarding, but you don't get your report card until your children grow up.
Those of you who complain about the looks you get from people when you say you don't want children - try the look of disdain when you tell people you're an at-home mom. In many adult eyes you immediately become very non-important, uninteresting, and boring. You are considered to be second-class and without ambition. I chose to stay at home and work part-time (during hours my husband was home) while my children were pre-school age. I choose to stay home during my 'glide year' between the BS degree and med school. I say again, being a parent is the hardest job EVER. Don't let anyone make you feel badly because you don't want children - it's not for everyone. But, if you change your mind, it is pretty damn wonderful.