Before I met Jeff, people would always ask when I would be settling down.
When I was casually dating someone, people would ask when did I plan to have kids.
After the birth of my first child, I was asked when I’d be trying for a girl.
And once I had my second son, I was asked if I would keep trying for a girl.
I smiled at all the questions, except the last. It bothers me when people ask me that one.
My parents taught me at a young age the importance of being satisfied with whatever you have, even if it’s very little.
To me, having a child is a blessing. Some women have issues conceiving their first child and could only dream of what it means to be a mom. And my heart goes out to all of them.
You see, pregnancy isn’t easy for everyone. Not every woman can conceive a child, and that doesn’t make her any less of a woman. She may try different treatments and eventually succeed, and she would be just as happy with a boy as she would be with a girl. Similar to that woman, I’m satisfied with the boys in my life and don’t feel the desire to go on and try for anything.
And most importantly, not everyone can juggle a family. The more you add, the more you need to sacrifice. As selfish as it may sound, I don’t have it in me to try for a third, or even hope for a girl.
I am one of four, and the only girl at that. I witnessed firsthand the sacrifices my parents had to make for us. And they continue to do so today.
Yes, there are other sacrifices I’m already doing. So how will a third child impact us, you ask?
It’s simple. I like having two and a furbaby and I’m happy with how things are today. Jeff and I made the decision together to take on these boys. We never hoped for a certain sex in the beginning, we just prayed for healthy children. So why should we start now?