I can only guess what thoughts were racing through your mind as we burst into the room. My six-year-old had his hand buried deep in a bag of Cheetos, while his other arm clutched a can of orange soda. And let’s not forget his mismatched socks: bright blue Transformers paired with red Elmo—his own fashion statement that I didn’t have the energy to contest.
Then there was my daughter, her hair a wild mess after a hasty attempt at pigtails, her ballet skirt drooping in the front, while I juggled the door, my wallet, my keys, and a book she was determined to carry.
“Did you mean to?” you asked, glancing at my round belly and noticing that I probably hadn’t showered in a day or two.
Did I mean to?
Did I mean to lie back on our little full-sized bed with my husband, tossing my legs over his shoulders and acting like we were teenagers again? Did I mean to spend countless nights chatting with the man who stepped in to parent my kids and wished for one of his own?
Did I mean to sit alone in a hospital storage room—because apparently they were out of actual patient rooms—while my husband supported me through a terrifying experience? The nurse said there was no heartbeat, and we wrapped our dreams in toilet paper while I watched my husband crumble.
Did I mean to stare at that calendar month after month, tracking every little symptom, wish, and hope, only to end up sobbing on the toilet when it didn’t work again? Did I mean to finally throw in the towel, only to have my body surprise me and accept a baby that I’ve treated like a fragile porcelain doll for the last six months? I’ve lived in fear of hearing those dreaded words from the doctor.
Did I mean to bring another child into this chaotic world? The one that seems to be on a constant loop of panic and sales pitches? Where I question what tomorrow holds and wonder if we’re teetering on the edge of another war?
Did I mean to?
You bet I did.
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In summary, life as a parent is a whirlwind of unpredictable moments, and while it’s often messy, it’s also filled with love and intention. Each step we take—mismatched socks and all—carries the weight of our hopes and dreams for our children.