I grew up in a family of three and, when my in-laws were dying, I often thought that they needed one more child to share the nursing and financial duties of caring for them. I love my brother and sister as much as I love my children. I have no doubt that there is room in my heart for one more child. Love is infinite. The more you give, the more there is.

I believe that love is infinite with all my heart. Attention, dedication, and time, though, are all in limited supply. I love little babies, but I really think I have had enough of sleepless nights and being torn. Today, I gave my first child his first formal reading lesson while my daughter was nursing. I had a full lap. While I know both of my children’s needs will change in the next months, I can’t imagine either of them needing less of what I can give them. And, if they should give me a little free time, I have so many other interests and ambitions that need attention.

If it sounds like I am trying to convince myself a third child is a bad idea, it’s because I am not completely convinced. I think it might have something to do with my age. You would think that having satisfied whatever urge to reproduce I had, the ticking on the biological alarm clock would have at least quieted, if not been silenced.

Is anyone else having confused feelings like these? How are you dealing with them?

Post from: Babylune