So here we are with one child. One child. I feel like I always thought I was going to be a mom of two, but the thought of going through it all again sounded like a nightmare. Not something I wanted to take on. I didn’t love being pregnant, the delivery or the sleepless nights. None of it.. Now I know that I will have some of you that say, OhmyGoodness, how can you say that? Being pregnant is beautiful! Listen, the end result is beautiful. My daughter is an absolute gift from God above that I am grateful for every minute of every day, but in no way shape or form did I feel like the process was beautiful. Fascinating, miraculous, even unbelievable at times, but I wasn’t in love with what was happening to me…. That being said, when my daughter turned two, we started talking about the idea of giving her a friend….
So here’s the part where I typically offend only children. I’ve gotten myself into quite a pickle with my oversharing about only children. I remember one time when someone asked me if we were going to have more children, I blurted out: Yeah, I feel like we have to, only children are weird… Shocker, I was speaking to an only child. That being said, I tried to joke it off and say, yes, you’ve made my point when they tell me they’re an only child, but I’ve already inserted my foot into my mouth, so there’s that… But, yes, the small collection of only children I know are the basis upon which I’ve formed this decision. Again, not that you’re all weird, but I’ve gathered thoughts, opinions, seen family circles, friend cycles, aging etc. and if we’re gifted and able to do so, I’d like to try to give her a sibling. Again, some of you are offended and that’s fine, I probably don’t know you, your story, or if this applies, nor am I weighing in on your or judging you and your life, but in my experience, I wanted my daughter to have a friend, plain and simple. I didn’t want her to be alone as a child to navigate life, and I wanted to grow our family, our love, our people.. The end.. So we get cracking on trying