As a very young girl, I did not like to play with dolls and tea sets. I don't even remember this, but the first time I received a baby doll from a relative at Christmas, I tossed it in anger at the offending relative, with remarkable accuracy, having hoped for something more "outdoorsy". When I learned from adults that the purpose of all that "fru-fru stuff" was to prepare girls for eventual motherhood, I relaxed, because I knew even then that motherhood wasn't to be for me. Thank God my immediate family didn't "push it". They were somewhat ahead of their time (and the "feminist movement") in that respect.
Regarding "spatial abilities" being unique to boys, well that's rubbish too, of course. As is the closely related myth of all "tomboy" girls being dykes-in-training. My (very male) husband has been giving me tools for all of our 18 years of marriage. I still occasionally have to show him which way a wrench gets turned, since he grew up with landlords who always had those things taken care of, but he is learning. I need him to take care of the financial details of our life, as math is not, and has never been, my forte. Our unique abilities complement each other. There is a pot for every lid and a lid for every pot, as they say.
Oh, don't get harsh.
I never liked dolls until I was advancing into puberty. Then I would set up my dolls (that I had ignored until then) around my tea table that my lovely grandpa had repainted for me.
I always wanted to have children and be a Mrs. Cleaver type. I have always hated working (and I have had very aggressive jobs.) I like being home. I like cooking. I like knitting. I can take care of myself, but for what purpose? I'd rather take care of my children and my husband.
I'm not making any judgements about peoples life choices. Indeed, I am pleased that you realized motherhood was not for you.