When I was younger and expressed ambivalence (at best) about ever having children, the common response – an opinion usually touted in the media too – was something like “Just you wait, every woman wants children. The clock will start ticking and one day you’ll wake up and BAM! That’s all you’ll think about, all you’ll want. A baby. Babies. You’ll see.”
That day never came. I never felt that urge. And I never felt I was missing anything for not having it. I did have nurturing and caretaking instincts, but it’s occurred to me that they’ve been directed at beings that mostly take care of themselves: other adults, suburban wildlife, and plants inside and out.