[True or False] Having Kids Makes You Happy

Lorraine Ali
NEWSWEEK
Updated: 5:43 PM ET Jun 28, 2008

When I was growing up, our former neighbors, whom we'll call the Sloans, were the only couple on the block without kids. It wasn't that they couldn't have children; according to Mr. Sloan, they just chose not to. All the other parents, including mine, thought it was odd—even tragic. So any bad luck that befell the Sloans—the egging of their house one Halloween; the landslide that sent their pool careering to the street below—was somehow attributed to that fateful decision they'd made so many years before. "Well," the other adults would say, "you know they never did have kids." Each time I visited the Sloans, I'd search for signs of insanity, misery or even regret in their superclean home, yet I never seemed to find any. From what I could tell, the Sloans were happy, maybe even happier than my parents, despite the fact that they were (whisper) childless.

My impressions may have been swayed by the fact that their candy dish was always full, but several studies now show that the Sloans could well have been more content than most of the traditional families around them. In Daniel Gilbert's 2006 book "Stumbling on Happiness," the Harvard professor of psychology looks at several studies and concludes that marital satisfaction decreases dramatically after the birth of the first child—and increases only when the last child has left home. He also ascertains that parents are happier grocery shopping and even sleeping than spending time with their kids. Other data cited by 2008's "Gross National Happiness" author, Arthur C. Brooks, finds that parents are about 7 percentage points less likely to report being happy than the childless.

The most recent comprehensive study on the emotional state of those with kids shows us that the term "bundle of joy" may not be the most accurate way to describe our offspring. "Parents experience lower levels of emotional well-being, less frequent positive emotions and more frequent negative emotions than their childless peers," says Florida State University's Robin Simon, a sociology professor who's conducted several recent parenting studies, the most thorough of which came out in 2005 and looked at data gathered from 13,000 Americans by the National Survey of Families and Households. "In fact, no group of parents—married, single, step or even empty nest—reported significantly greater emotional well-being than people who never had children. It's such a counterintuitive finding because we have these cultural beliefs that children are the key to happiness and a healthy life, and they're not."

Simon received plenty of hate mail in response to her research ("Obviously Professor Simon hates her kids," read one), which isn't surprising. Her findings shake the very foundation of what we've been raised to believe is true. In a recent NEWSWEEK Poll, 50 percent of Americans said that adding new children to the family tends to increase happiness levels. Only one in six (16 percent) said that adding new children had a negative effect on the parents' happiness. But which parent is willing to admit that the greatest gift life has to offer has in fact made his or her life less enjoyable?

Parents may openly lament their lack of sleep, hectic schedules and difficulty in dealing with their surly teens, but rarely will they cop to feeling depressed due to the everyday rigors of child rearing. "If you admit that kids and parenthood aren't making you happy, it's basically blasphemy," says Jen Singer, a stay-at-home mother of two from New Jersey who runs the popular parenting blog MommaSaid.net. "From baby-lotion commercials that make motherhood look happy and well rested, to commercials for Disney World where you're supposed to feel like a kid because you're there with your kids, we've made parenthood out to be one blissful moment after another, and it's disappointing when you find out it's not."

Is it possible that American parents have always been this disillusioned? Anecdotal evidence says no. In pre-industrial America, parents certainly loved their children, but their offspring also served a purpose—to work the farm, contribute to the household. Children were a necessity. Today, we have kids more for emotional reasons, but an increasingly complicated work and social environment has made finding satisfaction far more difficult. A key study by University of Wisconsin-Madison's Sara McLanahan and Julia Adams, conducted some 20 years ago, found that parenthood was perceived as significantly more stressful in the 1970s than in the 1950s; the researchers attribute part of that change to major shifts in employment patterns. The majority of American parents now work outside the home, have less support from extended family and face a deteriorating education and health-care system, so raising children has not only become more complicated—it has become more expensive. Today the U.S. Department of Agriculture estimates that it costs anywhere from $134,370 to $237,520 to raise a child from birth to the age of 17—and that's not counting school or college tuition. No wonder parents are feeling a little blue.

Societal ills aside, perhaps we also expect too much from the promise of parenting. The National Marriage Project's 2006 "State of Our Unions" report says that parents have significantly lower marital satisfaction than nonparents because they experienced more single and child-free years than previous generations. Twenty-five years ago, women married around the age of 20, and men at 23. Today both sexes are marrying four to five years later. This means the experience of raising kids is now competing with highs in a parent's past, like career wins ("I got a raise!") or a carefree social life ("God, this is a great martini!"). Shuttling cranky kids to school or dashing to work with spit-up on your favorite sweater doesn't skew as romantic.

For the childless, all this research must certainly feel redeeming. As for those of us with kids, well, the news isn't all bad. Parents still report feeling a greater sense of purpose and meaning in their lives than those who've never had kids. And there are other rewarding aspects of parenting that are impossible to quantify. For example, I never thought it possible to love someone as deeply as I love my son. As for the Sloans, it's hard to say whether they had a less meaningful existence than my parents, or if my parents were 7 percent less happy than the Sloans. Perhaps it just comes down to how you see the candy dish—half empty or half full. Or at least as a parent, that's what I'll keep telling myself.

Answer: False

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I've been told...

"the best time to be a parent is when you're a grandparent because the kids come, and then the kids GO HOME, BACK TO THEIR PARENTS.

As an adoptee who has no grandparents and appreciates a bit of twisted irony, I resemble that remark made by one of my many grand-parent friends.

IF

IF children are for making their parents happy, then adopting them for that reason is insane.  Adoption IS selfishness
gone insane.  And before people start to say, she's just like the rest, let me say, not having biological children to compare
with, nor having had  happy parents:  Three of my children should never have been made adoptable; four of my children
taught me love; and the whole experience, though I believe now was a set-up to all involved:
this selfish woman knows a reason why adoption was a blessing in disguise.  I learned to love and allow love in my life.
I believe there is a reason for everything in our lives.   The ones whose children I took; I hope they have found a reason for
their losses; I can not change anything that was done to them.  The pain will always remain.  The abuse will leave its scars.  But the five of us that are left in this family are blessed by love.  Isn't that what we all are seeking?  To be loved and cherished for who we are; to be able to accept love as a normal human being?  Mine was not in an authentic, God given way, but it was allowed.  In picking up the pieces of this disaster, I find love.
IN A WORLD OF WHY,
 Teddy

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I swallowed hard when I read the following: 

Three of my children should never have been made adoptable

It saddens me so deeply to know yours is not the first (or last case) that such a statement can be made.  SO many children are wrongly placed in an adoption-market, simply because with demand comes a drive to supply.   Where there is money, there will be corruption, and I shudder to think how few adults seeking adoption know this deep dark reality behind child placement.    How many broken families are needed before "care" and "concern" become universal standards in family service practices?

As I posted earlier in a piece about adoption in Islamic culture, 'The home wherein the orphan is ill-treated is the worst home on earth.'

The blessing in your case is Love has been found... the tragedy is knowing that love cost the innocence, trust and safety of a new generation of children.  Maybe I'm too idyllic, (or angry), but I think our goal, as adults, should be making sure home-life for a child is a heavenly experience, not hell on earth.  I strongly believe no child should have to feel his home is the worst place in the world.


and I swallowed hard in posting that

YES!  My home WAS the worst home in the world!  NO matter how much I gave, it NEVER could have been enough to over-
shadow the abuse those three suffered in this house.  The oldest of these three came a sexually abused child and I did NOT have sense enough to keep the others safe from him (he was 3)!  The middle one (came at 15 months) was abused by him and THEN HER AF turned out to be the devil incarnate!  The youngest of them (came at 4) was also abused by the one who came abused.... and on and on....  I am in this forum to SHARE with you my sins and somehow learn to live in the safety the other four and I have found in each other.  Hidden sin can never be forgiven.  I need forgiveness from those of you here who were placed in the same situation as my 7 were.  Because YOU know the depth of my sin. 
I did not commit the crimes that tore our family apart, but I was here, and in my blindness these were abused.  God help me; I'm so sorry.
I am the worst sinner on earth to NOT HAVE KNOWN BETTER than to keep the one; to NOT HAVE KNOWN BETTER in the first place than to put my daughter in such a dangerous spot while they were growing up; to HAVE NOT KNOWN the youngest could not tell me if something was wrong...  I will live the shame for the rest of my life. 
These three who came with RAD and handicaps, and were sexually abused in this house are now safe; but how safe is the rest of the world from what started in their birth countries and developed here?  One has been in a group home for teen sex offenders; the next is still in a foster home where she tried to kill a five year old; and the youngest is in a home for retarded/handicapped children. 
You here, and the friends in town will be the ones who hold me accountable for my two youngest getting everything they need;  the two oldest are grown and doing great, they are the ones that made it through.  We all are in therapy.  We are not recluse and hiding. I've laid my soul bare.

IN A WORLD OF WHY,
 Teddy