Tick tock, just another 10 more minutes to 12, and the production factory will close permanently.
I have been thinking lately, a little too often, about having a No.2 child.
It is so difficult, with so many changes, financial insecurities at home to even think that it will be possible to get Kyle a sibling.
Wise family members tell me, “Better not to have another one, it’s so expensive, can you even afford it?” It is good advice and the rational mind tells me it is out of the question with our present situation now. But the heart thinks otherwise.
The heart even ignores the potentials that comes along with the desire; the pregnancy + newborn + attention + time + money needed.
Hb says it is the biological clock in me that is talking. I tell hb that I missed Kyle when he was younger, and that now he is not as cute as he used to be. All hb does is to announce really loudly to Kyle, “Mommy says that you are not cute anymore.” and the boy will rush to my arms and give me a bear hug.
Have decided that I will leave this to God, He will give when it is His will for me to have another child. In the meantime, will be psyching myself up everyday that life is a lot easier being a mom of one.
Maybe getting a furry baby with four legs and a waggly tail might be a good alternative?