I suppose if you go through life thinking in terms of a balance sheet you will never 'get it'.
Do you ever look out the window and marvel at what we have in the world in life? Flowers, rain, trees, mountains, water from a tap, the love of our partner or family and friends?
If you take everything for granted in life you won't see the enormous privilege it is that we are here and the love we can share, even if materially we have very little.
Love, and love like no other is like the intangible contents of a spiritual teapot of everything we hold dear in life; worth more than all the jewels and money and assets in the world put together.
It makes them get out of bed everyday when they feel like they never want to wake up, it gives them hope when all hope for everything else is lost. It gives a reason to live that fills a premordial instinct that makes no economic or common sense.
I have avoided talk of religion because each and every culture has their own take on that, but the essence of it all is really magical and awe inspiring and beyond comprehension and explanation.
How two people in love can cause a miraculous fusion of energy that fires up a cellular explosion of living material, each with its own little computer programme and software that knits together a whole new independent living organism that is designed to pull on shiny new heartstrings that have never twanged into action in quite the same way before...
I could go on. But there is no point. I am not saying this is the same experience for everyone as there are enough posts on MN that would contradict that .
But when it does happen then it has the capacity in an unspoken and spiritual sense to transform and give meaning to the world, our existence and to life itself.
That has been my experience, and I went through life in my 20s not wanting a child or giving you the same reasons your DH is saying now.
I was in my 30s when this awe inspiring event happened to me and I will never ever take for granted anything in life again.
I have 5 DC now and each one is different and I am enjoying the whole process, the tears and the sweat of bringing them up to be kind and thoughtful little human beings.
It's not easy, but then to me nothing worthwhile in life is necessarily easy. They are also independent beings which I marvel at every day at their differences of outlook and personalities.
At the end of the day, it is the richness and laughter and overflowing sense of peace and love that they bring.
I suppose if you just have a cold balance sheet or an indifferent heart in general, this post will come across as cheesy or patronising or worse.
But hey ho.