The girls were splashing in a plastic baby pool on the grass in our backyard. Pink swimsuits. Blonde heads, curls springing up from the moisture. Ocean-blue eyes, glittering.
My 4-year-old was bossing. My 18-month-old was stepping in and out of the pool, her pudgy-but-still-itty-bitty thighs making my heart jump with delight.
I looked at them and a little picture flashed into my mind: More children dancing about the pool – laughing – loved.
It won’t always be two, my heart whispered with confidence.
I think about this daily (even though I’m not pregnant) – Will we have a boy someday? Another girl? 1 more? 2 more? 3 more? Will they all share the same skin color and the same DNA as me and my husband (or will we adopt)?
I used to think that I knew the answer to those questions. But now? Now, I don’t know.
What I DO know is that there’s plenty of room still – in our hearts. I DO know that parenthood is magical, overwhelming, intense, exhausting, IMPORTANT – perhaps the most important thing we’ll ever do.
I can feel it deep down in my soul.
How many children do you have? Do you feel pressured by society (or by your family/friends) to have more/less children?