I decided that I would not be a good parent. I didn't have the upbringing for it and didn't feel like I had the knowledge or means or knew how to love 'right'.

I didn't know it at the time I made this decision and announced it to a friend, but I was already on my way to parenthood.

I loved raising my son, the whole daily ritual of feeding and bathing and caring for him when he was an infant, watching him grow and learn, experiencing the world anew through the innocent eyes of a child learning how everything works. I learned a lot myself. Just trying to explain something we take for granted was amusing and challenging at times.

It's a tough question for women especially, as traditionally the primary caregivers, the nurturers, and the ones with the more restrictive biological clock.