“One and done, right?”
“A boy and a girl! Now you can be done having kids!”
“Three’s a good amount of kids. Are you done after this?”
I’ve heard these comments quite a bit during my time as a parent, with the last one being the most recent addition. As soon as you add kids to the chaos of your life, people seem to have lots of questions, queries and suggestions. Mostly unsolicited, usually incorrect. Lately, it’s been the question of if we are finished having kids. Well, he’s a bombshell for you: we were done at two.
We thought we had it all figured out. We had our boy and our girl, so that was going to be it. Except, we forgot one important thing. We aren’t in control of what, or who, will be brought into our lives. It’s not up to us.
Yes, we’ve gotten into the whole discussion of “preventative measures.” Not to get too into my personal life (which I don’t want to do anyway), preventative measures were taken with each of our kids. Now we have three. What does that say? It says that it’s none of my business what my future blessings will be.
It’s almost embarrassing how many times I commented that we were done having children once our daughter came into the world. I was so
confident cocky about the whole thing. Serves me right to be given our bonus baby and knock me out of my seat.
And you know what? Now that he’s here, I can’t believe I didn’t think we needed him in our lives. Like every parent says about their child, I can’t imagine life without him.
So, we’re not done. One day we may have more children. Do I know if we will or when that will be? No. Will we be actively trying? Nope. But like Dr. Malcolm says in Jurassic Park, life finds a way.