Having a child. Risking the loss.
The hassle, the money, the lack of sleep, the worry.
Everyone tells me that the love and the joy of watching your child grow up makes it worth all that.
I guess I'll know when/if the fear of the loss and hassle are outweighed by the anticipation of love and joy I recall having. So intense I didn't even realize it at the time. But is the fear more? Is it a cop out to say no, I'm done? I'm done because of the fear?
Or, screw the hassle: I want it, because of those that happiness. Where does that come from, that joy?
When did you know you were ready? Or that you were done? What told you so?
*Edited: This is not to say that people choose not to have children because they are a hassle. I am fully aware that people have wonderful, fulfilling lives without children. What goes into the decision? Is it a matter of coming to terms with it or simply knowing, we are done.
And when I speak of fear, I am strictly speaking of my own.
*PS Tash said this all much better on her blog. Check it out.