Recent social science research suggest that kids drain their parents’ happiness. But Tony Woodlief wonders if a parent’s happiness isn’t overrated:
Any parent will tell you children are difficult, and they wear you out, and they likely will just break your heart in the end. And who knows — maybe when we believe we are feeling deep joy from parenthood (usually over a glass of wine, after all the little stinkers are finally in bed), we are simply sentimentalizing the whole ordeal to keep ourselves from rooting out our unused passports from the sock drawer and dashing off to Europe, never to be heard from again. Or perhaps we just feel too guilty to admit that, while we couldn’t bear losing them now that we have them, we very well could have been delightfully satisfied had we never met them.
And here’s where I wonder if we ought to re-examine our commitment to happiness. It seems to me that there’s possibly some merit — if we persevere and have the sense to learn from it — in the other-orientation that is (good) parenting. It’s fine to go through life happy, in other words, but I suspect we also want to go through life without becoming big fat self-absorbed jacka****. Children really help in that regard.
To be sure, there are too many parents who, despite their children, remain narcissistic nimrods. But the nature of parenting is to beat that out of you. There’s just no time to spend on ourselves, at least not like we would if we didn’t have babies to wash and toys to clean up, usually in the middle of the night, after impaling our feet on them.
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June 29th, 2010 | 1:08 pm
As father of 8 and grandfather of 15 (the 15th arriving this month), I will say unequivocally that fatherhood has made me happier than I ever expected to be, or deserved to be.
The key is in the author’s last paragraph (you have to click on “read more.”) The children, along with my wife, who of course accompanies me on this adventure, forced me to grow up. (Not bragging, it’s still very much in process.) Once one sees life through a more mature lens, the things that I thought I needed to make me happy no longer are so appealing. They have been replaced by real sources of real happiness.
Thus I say that happiness is still it, the ultimate value which exists for itself, as Aristotle and Aquinas would have it. However, to discover the sources of true happiness–now there’s the rub. It’s my family members who have helped me make that discovery. I don’t think I could have done it without them.