That silence at the end of life when one is dying alone is really deafening. The kid noise and destruction go away reasonably quickly. Kinda the entry cost to being a family. If you break those kids in right and set the right role model, you won't find a greater, more satisfying Return On Investment in your life. Especially when the roles reverse with aging. You'll wish you had some one that appreciates what you "went through/gave up"....really not much in real terms. Things you amass in place of kids won't put warm fuzzies in your heart, give you memories to relish when you can't do anything else, give you grandkids (even better than the original kids) wipe your drool, steady your gait, help you bathe and dress, provide a comforting hug, deal with whatever you will eventually die of. Not having kids, and being a great parent, is the biggest missed reward in life. But, then, if one doesn't understand that, it's best that one doesn't have kids, and don't pass on their genes. That's what we are reaping in big city minority communities today. No Father; all Baby Daddy. I recall fondly the "noise and destruction" in raising a young man who became a Navy doctor and saved the lives and limbs of brave young Marines fighting for our country. Kinda my legacy. What will be yours? An empty dirty glass? YMMV