I was visiting my brother a couple of weeks ago. He is 6 years older than me and he has a 10-month-old son. We were sitting in the sauna and chatting about all kinds of things and the life in general. At some point we started talking about how many things there are to do every day and how limited time we have to spend on our hobbies.
Having thought about his situation I have to consider myself lucky, because as a student I can basically make my own schedules. But my brother, he works regular hours and he has a small child that he has to look after. Of course he has a wife who can look after the child, too, but whenever she needs to be away, my brother must take care of the little boy. Traveling abroad with such a young child is also out of the question.
However, it’s not like my brother is regretful for having a child, not at all. He really loves his son and his wife. I can see that they are a happy family. It’s just that life is about making choices; it’s all about how we want to use the precious little time we have. My choice is not to have children, because I want to spend my life doing other things than caring for my offspring.