I haven't got any children of my own.
I wish my mother had never had me. I'm 31 and all I have is a shit job, living in a rented room, miles away from my parents, overweight, alcoholism, debt, cheated on, dumped (different guys) - you name it, I've done it. But wonderfully, I can look forward to working til I'm 70.
Cheers for that. And to think a knitting needle could have solved the problem.
Honestly though - why do you have children when there is so much shit they will have to deal with?