The trouble with having children is this: it’s inherently about continuity. Lineage, for example, is all about perpetuation. But even without notions of lineage and legacy, a child is statistically supposed to outlive you, and continue – well, you in some form.
But paradoxically, the moment your child is born, you hold in your arms the presence of mortality. It is a monstrous thing, as a parent, to embrace this beloved, vulnerable, small person, knowing that they will die. It is truly a small thing to know that you will die. But to know that your child will, – this is another matter altogether.