The kids want another sibling. They've been lobbying, in their way, for about a year now. I admit here--never out loud--that I'd love to have another in the family. But couldn't possibly--wouldn't do it. Money and time, time and money.
This morning L climbs into bed with me.
"So have you decided about the baby?" he asks.
"Babies are a lot of work," I say--my standard put-off answer.
"Babies are a lot of love," he says.
"Why do you want another baby around here so badly," I ask him.
"They're sweet," he says. "It'd be fun to have somebody else to play with--a brother or a sister. We'd be able to give another baby love. We'd be able to give a baby a family."
He's decided it's adoption.
'Those are good reasons," I admit.
"Think about it," he says, and hops off and starts down the stairs.
"Where are you going?" I ask.
"To make a birth certificate for the baby," he says.
Sigh.
"Let's call him Jim," he calls up. I hear clicking on the computer keyboard...
6 comments:
I can so relate with your feelings.
This morning Kiran and I were out for breakfast. Next to us was the cutest little girl. She said to me,"It sure would be nice to always have someone to play with at our house."
"What do you have in mind?" I ask.
"We can buy a baby mom!"
So she thinks that she was bought. Sigh!
doooooo ittttt!!
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xoxoxox
I can't think of anywhere on Earth to find more love than in your home!
I understand, though, why you feel the way you do. There were two of us and we stopped at two for those very reasons...time and money...
I look at my youngest raising their 3 and know we were probably right; he makes more than I ever have and it's still a strain for them at times.
But there is much love in their house!
alan
oy....it's tough when they conspire against you!
but if you're already outvoted with the 2 of them, just think about the odds with 3!
:)
If I had it to do over, I'd have at least five.
I'm having a hard time. The angst of parenthood is causing me distress. Bully's and their parents, I feel in fight mode all the time being the protective Mother and all. I want another baby, my eggs are probably past their prime and I have no clue on adoption, but I am filled with dread to go through more angst with another child.
It's official I am a wimp.
Sher
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