Now that my children are all safe in their beds, nothing seems too hard, too problematic, too much like a fire drill, or, worse, an actual fire, to forget to grab clothes. We forget that these are the days when we are making sure to grab our children, we forget the fear we feel when things go haywire right before our eyes, when we thought we had it under control.
I'll admit it. Now that I have kids and am knee-deep in parenting, I forget that not everybody cares about my kids as much as I do. Not everybody wants kids, and that is a perfectly valid decision. For those of us who have forgotten how the other side lives, childfree Redditors have some important insight to share.