I am childless.
I always wanted children, but many years ago, a ruptured appendix dashed my plans for a family. It’s not something I talk about, but being childless has shaped my approach to life in all sorts of ways. Now that I’m of an age when mortality is more than just a vague, faraway notion, childlessness has taken on a different meaning. To be childless in a culture that revolves around family and children means that, to a certain extent, you’re on the outside looking in. Celebrations are quieter. You’re the one who has to do the traveling at Christmas.