I hope you had a wonderful long weekend. Motherhood right now looks a lot like stepping back in disbelief. This winter, River turned six. Oak is just a few weeks shy of three. How is this possible? Well, yes, I know the how. But when? With his third birthday quickly approaching, there is a lot of talk about a third baby. River has been requesting one non-stop. A baby girl, to be specific. She even convinced me that I wouldn’t have to do a single thing. The baby topic has led to amazing (and sometimes difficult) discussions about a women’s body. It is becoming more and more clear that we may not have a third baby. And though this is what I wanted, it’s weird to have all these other stamps of finality on the subject. The growing age gap of Oak and a potential child, the ease of life now that we are not caring for a newborn.
I’ve been lucky enough to fall into a group of girlfriends who had their children later in life; swapping my diaper changes with careers. They’re all mostly convinced that I have all the time in the world, and may just up and have another a few years from now. Peter and I see this whole other life waiting for us when our kids are older. When we are older, but not too old. “We’ll be young enough,” we say. I’m not sure if it seems selfish, smart, or both, to push off this urge to add to our family. All I know is that right now, I feel exceptionally capable, my children are healthy, and motherhood right now is wonderful.
Anyone else navigating this particular phase?
(Images by Heather Moore from my interview and feature on Mothermag)