So I’m done having anymore children. I say two arms two kids that’s it.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about having another. My wife wants one more. I also feel like their is something beautiful and special about the woman you love carrying your child. It feels like it wouldn’t be fair to my kids if we had a third. It’s already hard to split my time between my responsibilities as a father, my job, and chores around the house. Besides I’m exhausted and sometimes overwhelmed with one being 4 and the other sleeps, cries, poops, and crawls.
So I know i have to enjoy and relish every moment of everyday. This might be the last time I hear or experience thing with my children. I have to live in the moment of experiencing my firsts and at the same time I’ll be experiencing lasts. First time my son says dadda, last time my daughter says daddy and it becomes dad. The first time I get to tuck my kids into bed to the last time they need me to hold there hands to cross the road. From the day you bring them home to the day they leave the nest it’s filled with firsts and lasts. Some will give you a sigh of relief and some will make you cry and it might be the same thing that does both. The worst part about it being the last time for things is you’ll never even know it‘s the last time. One day you will stop and think and realize it’s been days, weeks, or months since your baby came to your bed scared, gave you hugs and kisses before bed, or ladies when you stop breastfeeding (that one was exceptionally hard on my wife) and you’ll be proud yet tearful! There will be a time that they no longer want uppie and your back will be greatful but your heart will feel sorrow. It truly is a weird feeling looking forward to some time to myself. Time where they don’t need me every second to do everything and at the same time sad that I’m no longer their whole world.
Then again maybe one more…..
UPDATE: I guess one more it is.
