Most my friends and relatives chose to have children. I chose not to. We’re all happy.
But why do people who I never—or rarely—see anymore, and who live far away, and who I befriended way back in the days when NONE of us had any children, send me Christmas cards with ONLY pictures of their kids on them?!
The fact is, I don’t really care what their kids look like. I would like to see a picture of my friends, not their kids.
When I receive the Christmas photos of people’s kids, and the photographs do not include my friends, I just pitch them. I barely look at them. I’m not interested.