This week has been a whirlwind, to say the least. My son has decided that sleep is overrated, and as a result, I’m running on empty. After enduring a night of absolutely no sleep, I thought it would be a brilliant idea to take both my boys to the local Target post-nap (and I use the term “nap” very loosely) to snag some deals on baby supplies and perhaps distract myself for a while. I knew that if we stayed home, I’d likely doze off and wake to find my children in the middle of a chaotic adventure.
Unfortunately, the outing didn’t unfold as I had hoped. It turned out to be one of the most overwhelming experiences we’ve had lately. I’ll spare you the exhausting details, but by the time we hit the road home, the weight of my son’s newfound superpower of staying up all night hit me hard. I realized that I wouldn’t even have bedtime to look forward to, given his impressive ability to pop up at my bedside without warning.
Amidst hot tears, the reality struck me: I’m at my limit when it comes to kids. I can’t handle more than the two I have. The thought of never experiencing pregnancy again, or the possibility of never having a daughter, left me feeling heavy. I won’t get to help a daughter prepare for prom, buy her tampons, or shop for her wedding dress. It was an emotional rollercoaster, to say the least.
There are days when I question whether we made a mistake having two children. It’s tough, and I worry about messing them up. But then there are days when I feel we’re nailing this parenting gig and think we should definitely add more to our crew.
After my little meltdown, a light bulb flickered on in my mind. It dawned on me that I don’t need to decide right now how many kids we want. People constantly bombard me with questions like:
- Are you planning to have more?
- When will you try for a girl?
- I can’t believe you’re not pregnant again yet.
- You’re done having kids, right?
I usually launch into a lengthy explanation about our intentions to space out our next child, especially since the first two are so close in age. I mention how we’d like to wait until my husband finishes college, or even until the boys are out of diapers. Yet, life is unpredictable, and we might end up having more kids than planned—or none at all.
So now, I have a simple response for those nosy inquiries: “We have no idea, and you’ll probably find out when we do.” It’s liberating! Whether we decide to expand our family or not, it’s not something I need to figure out just yet. After all, plans rarely unfold as we envision. If they did, I’d be the picture-perfect mom with flawless children and a dream marriage, baking like a pro and enjoying endless free time.
The truth is, uncertainty is part of the journey. Even if we thought we wanted just two more kids, circumstances might change. Similarly, if we were sure we were done, life might surprise us. I honestly don’t mind when people ask about our plans for more children, but I’m learning that it’s perfectly fine not to have a set plan right now. Our family may or may not be complete, but for now, it feels just right.
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In summary, while the future of our family remains uncertain, I’m learning to embrace the present and appreciate what I have.
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