I am not sure how to even start this post.
Well, I guess I just did but you know, that’s not a good beginning to a post!
Here’s a better way: I love, love, love being a mother. When Veah was a little over a year old people began asking me when I planned to have more kids and how many I wanted. At the time I said eight. It was (and still is) so much fun.
When Bre was three we began discussing more children until she was about seven. B was happy with our gang of four so I didn’t push the issue. Likewise, he has allowed me to be on birth control and hasn’t pushed the issue of getting my tubes tied, understanding that I just wasn’t ready to cross that threshold just yet.
And then vacation happened. By day two I decided I was ready.
We’re about to have a teenager (Shhhh… don’t tell her that). Before we know it, Epic Road Trip 2025 will be here and our babies will be gone.
We are doing a great job parenting these two we were blessed with. It works well with two because we can divide and conquer when needed.
Plus, I couldn’t imagine them being in high school and me getting pregnant again. Would I take on the challenge? Of course. I just don’t want there to be a what-if and for us to miss out on what comes next.
We chose to have babies early in both our lives and in our marriage (I found out I was pregnant with Veah one week after our 1 year anniversary) and before we know it we will get to enjoy our parenting from a different point of view.
This all being said- I plan to start the process of getting my tubes tied this summer and plan to enjoy every second we have left as a family of four.
When the day comes that our girls are gone- we won’t be sad, we’ll be glad for all the life we’ve had… and are still having. The four of us- together and apart- are going to do great things.
I am at peace with this!