I’m in my early 40s and have never wanted kids. My parents have never put any pressure or expectation on me to breed. Except for this one time I had a conversation with my mom not long after I’d enrolled in a Masters degree. Randomly she asked me whether my studies meant I’d continue to delay having children. I replied that I was delaying having children until I felt a sense of wanting to have them. I didn’t think studying had anything to do with it one way or another. “What did I do wrong?’ She asked. I encouraged her to reframe the question. “What did I do right?” Would be a better question. For wouldn’t it be tragic to have raised a woman who didn’t know her own mind, brought a child into the world and had to live with the regret of that?