Y'all crack me up...I've gotten more emails and comments from you people, about my upcoming post about having a second child. It's a post I've been thinking about & working on for a little while, now, and really (considering what you all are probably thinking) it's nothing exciting. But I figure I'll go ahead & post it. So here goes...
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I grew up in a household with four children. I was (and still am, at last check) the oldest...and of course, the wisest. :) We were all spaced fairly close together with a total of 8 years between me and my youngest brother. When she had me, my mom was 20 and (if you do the math) she was 28 when she had my youngest brother.
As a little girl, I knew I wanted a house full of children when I grew up. I wanted to get married and have my first baby when I was 20 years old. Just like my mom. Fortunately, I found Mr. Right, and I got married when I was (gasp!) 19. Not that Nathan was a check on my checklist, but it seemed like things were working perfectly according to my (keyword here: MY) plan.
Of course, 20, 21, and 22 came and went without a baby - or even a single pregnancy...but I remained determined. I revamped my plan. Have 4 kids before I turned 30. That was certainly do-able. I just might have to space them a little closer than I'd originally planned. (of course, Nathan wasn't quite as keen on having 4 kids - he had grown up in a family with two children - but he was willing to start with two & reevaluate as time went on)
Now, remember, I mentioned that this was MY plan. Looking back, I can see a much bigger plan at work - with things falling into place pretty perfectly. If we'd had children when we'd originally intended on having them, I would've gone through 2 years of being a single parent, due to the military...I might not have finished my college degree...I wouldn't have had the wonderful job opportunities I've had.
And most of all, there would be no Iliya in my life.
And that totally floors me.
But I do stop and think about where we are today, in relation to where I'd always planned to be at this point. Afterall, at my age, my mom had 4 children - the youngest of whom was already a year old.
I still want a house full of children. But as it turns out, the financial aspect of having our first has completely wiped out our ability to even think about having another anytime soon. And I am also 29 and Iliya will be 3 at the end of this month...so there goes my dream of being a young mother to a house full of children that are fairly closely spaced together.
Am I whining? Yeah, probably, just a little bit. But sometimes it's just the way I feel. Yes, we could have done things differently - like saved all our money before we set out to adopt - but then I look back at that "bigger" timeline, and I still think...if anything had happened any differently - even a day or two off - much less a year or more! - then I wouldn't have that precious child of mine.
And again, that totally throws me for a loop. And I am torn between feeling self-pity and tremendous relief that things have happened the way they have happened.
But it doesn't stop me from looking toward the future and our own family situation. Many of the parents who have had children (adopted or otherwise) around the same time we brought Iliya home already have - or are in the process of having - their second child. A part of me can't help myself when I feel a pang of envy. It's not really right for me to feel melancholy at someone else's joy - but it is something I definitely have to work on.
And then I think of the many times in the past 10 years that I have felt these same feelings...and look where I ended up. I'm the mom to the most precious child on earth. He isn't the child I would've had if we had gone by MY timeline, and I am able to look back and thank God for all the struggles we've been through on this road to parenthood. And if Iliya is the only child I'll ever have, then I should (and will) count my blessings. And if he isn't, then I know that things will work out as they should, when they should...and I guess the wonderful thing about it is that I know the time will be perfect.
And in 10 more years, I'll probably be able to look back, follow up, and tell you just how everything worked out "just right" and how unknowing I really was on this very day.
thank you for sharing this post, it puts my attitude in place today.
Many Blessings.
Smooch the boy for me and tell him that Aunt KiKi says hello!! love you, Kristy
Ten years ago, I would have never imagined that I would be married, let alone have 2 older boys that we adopted from Russia. Trust me, our recent adoption from Vladivostok was so much more expensive than our first adoption from Tver(by a long shot!).
Best wishes to you!
Myra