I've never wanted kids. Even as a kid I knew I didn't want kids. I just don't have that part of my brain. Attempting to imagine my life with children, my brain goes into a startling shut-down mode where all I can picture is darkness and all I can hear is screaming. That's not even a joke. It's true. I basically suffer cascade failure at the idea of producing offspring.
Even so, I've worked with kids for over a decade. I have four younger siblings and I started babysitting when I was twelve. I love kids. I've created story times, outreaches, plays, and preschool arts program, and an entire Shakespeare camp dedicated to encouraging a love of theatre in rural kids who have limited access to the arts. My Shakespeare camp has run for ten years. Ten years!
I've been thinking about that a lot lately as I watched Voyager, and Seven specifically, take on a brood of Borglets. I'm already a lot like Seven so as she adapted to life with young people, I empathized. When she set high standards for them, watched them succeed or fail, struggled with them bucking her authority, helped them reach their potential, and then had to say goodbye, I got it. Seven isn't a mom. Maybe she's missing that part of her brain too. However, that doesn't mean that there isn't room in her heart for a few misfit kids.
So what I'm saying is: I get it. I only wish that every year, when I have to say goodbye to my kids and tears start rolling down my cheeks, I could use my malfunctioning ocular implant as an excuse.