I know many of you probably read the title and assumed that I would be announcing that I am pregnant with our third child. And you would be right...NOT! Sorry, no such announcement. But the title did get you to my blog! ;)
Before having kids, Anthony and I were pretty comfortable with the idea of three children. Sometimes I would throw in an "or four", but I just don't see how that is even going to be possible, for a variety of reasons...but I'll save that for another post. My thoughts on how many kids we would have has gone every which way the wind blows since first getting pregnant with my son.
After I found out I was pregnant with my son, I suddenly wasn't sure I even wanted kids. What if I wasn't ready to give up my free time? What if I resented him for that? After my son was born, I was adamant that we would only have one child. I will admit that I may have uttered "Don't even think about it! Don't look at me, don't touch me...another baby isn't happening!" on more than one occasion. But between coming to terms with have an unexpected c-section, a long recovery, being hormonal, and being more tired than anyone should be for having just one baby, what would you expect me to say? I slowly came around however. The turning point for me was my son's first birthday. In that moment, realizing that my baby wasn't a baby anymore, I had baby fever. After the birth of my daughter, I actually immediately started talking about baby #3. Going from one to two was worlds easier for me than going from none to one. So I just thought, why not have another?
Since then, again, my feelings have wavered. There are two of them, and two of us. We get the experience of raising both a boy and a girl. Sometimes, between working, running a household, having two young kids, and having a wretched dog who misbehaves whenever possible, I don't know how I could handle another child. (That reminds me, we have a lovely dog free to a good home if you are interested!)
But that brings me to today. Today my son asked if we could go for a walk. So I loaded both kids up in the wagon and headed out on a walk around the block. The way our wagon is set up, the kids face each other while sitting in it. My daughter spent much of the ride staring at my son, taking in every thing he did and every words he spoke. She loves to watch her big brother. At one point my son said something that my daughter thought was hilarious. So he kept repeating it so that she would keep laughing. Half way around the block there is a steep hill that we go down. I turned around to make sure that my daughter wasn't falling out of the wagon. When I turned around I saw that my son had put his hands on my daughters waist to help hold there so she wouldn't fall forward.
It was such a sweet moment. Although they do get on each other's nerves, even at this young age, they genuinely love each other. It is so fun to watch the two of them interact with each other. Their love for one another has truly blessed our family. Although Anthony and I have not made any decision on a third child yet, as I reflect on these sweet little moments, my heart melts a little and I think, how could I not want another?
Sincerely,
The Flip-Flopper
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