I don’t, for one second, regret my kids, but I can absolutely see how the relentlessness of it all can be so wearing especially when they’re collectively between the ages of 18 months-5 years.
I struggled as a parent then, was a short-tempered, shouty, impatient parent and really felt like I did them a huge disservice. I’ve noticed that I’m a lot less shouty the past few years or so when the youngest reached 5.
They’re nearly 10 and 7 1/2 now and I love hanging out with them. The first 18 months with DS1 was magic - easy baby etc, and then DS2 arrived when DS1 was 2 1/2 and although he was also a super chill baby, DS1 was just starting with the tantrums and challenging behavior. It felt like it snowballed from there for a good few years.
I know full well I’d have struggled even more back in UK rather than where we are which is still very social, great weather and easy living - we still went out as a couple and had fun, parties, went away for kid free weekends etc, so it was easier and expected to “get a break”.
But I can absolutely see how many regret children, especially those who had a vision of how parenthood would be, which rarely reflects reality.
But regret them? Never. And I feel hugely for those that do because it shouldn’t be taboo. I can imagine that those that do regret their children often may be better parents in order to never show their kids those feelings (or at least some of them would do better).