No sooner had I cleaned my
seven-week-old daughter’s poop off my lap the other day (don’t ask) than my
two-year-old tried and failed to empty a jug of milk into a teacup she had
perched atop a stack of art books (you have to understand what a book fetish I
have to fully appreciate how traumatizing this was). Why, I tried to remember, did
I decide to have kids?
In his new book about America’s
declining birthrate, What to Expect When
No One’s Expecting, Jonathan Last calculates that the cost of raising just
one child, when you factor in skyrocketing college tuition and hidden costs
like lost second-parent income, now tops $1.1 million. “Children have gone from
being a marker of economic success to a barrier
to economic success.” As if that
weren’t deterrence enough, Last notes correctly that “to raise a child is to
submit to a staggering amount of work, much of which is deeply unpleasant. It
would be crazy to have children if they weren’t so damned important.”
By “important,” Last means necessary
for the maintenance of a fertility rate that won’t one day lead us to extinction.
But preservation of the species isn’t what motivates most parents to have
children; they have them for any number of personal
reasons – when they do have them.
Pets now outnumber kids in America, Last writes, by more than 4 to 1: “Pets
have become fuzzy, low-maintenance replacements for children.”
It’s hard to blame people for preferring
pets and freedom. Putting diapers on babies puts a damper on a freewheeling
lifestyle. To be a parent – a good
parent, anyway – means that from Day One the child replaces you as the center of your universe. “Having
kids is, literally, no fun,” says Last. “Researchers have been studying the
effects of children on their parents for decades and the results are nearly always the same. Having children makes
parents less happy.”









