Thursday, July 4th, 2013
2 years, 7 months.
Last Saturday, your best friend Sophie stayed with us while her parents went to a wedding. I had these preconceived ideas going into the event that, despite caring for two kids instead of one, it would not only be a lot of fun, but also, less stressful and chaotic than it usually is on the typical Saturday afternoon at our house.
Turns out, I was completely right! Sophie is so kind, so sweet, so cute, and so hilarious. That part was the icing on the cake.
The “cake” itself was the fact that you definitely were less needy than you typically are when it’s just you, Mommy, and me.
It’s that awkward number of three that makes the dynamics weird and often, more stressful, for me at least.
You rarely let Mommy prepare dinner or do anything productive without whining and hanging on to her legs, even though I eagerly want to play with you and your toys in the living room.
And I understand why, given the fact we both have to work while you’re at school all day.
But with Sophie here, making that new number 4 instead of 3, it was ideal. Everybody paired up throughout the afternoon.
Most of the time it was you and Sophie; me and Mommy. Or you and Mommy; me and Sophie. And a few times, you and me; Sophie and Mommy.
No one was ever left out; everyone had a role and a place. It worked. I liked it a lot.
From playing outside at the water table, to a luxurious wagon ride, to a delightful dinner involving mac and cheese along with Gogo Squeez applesauce pouches, the day had an excellent flow.
With that being said, I’m still not convinced that having another sibling would bring that sort of feng shui for our family.
After all, you and Sophie were born just one month apart. So basically, age-wise, you two are the equivalent of twins.
Not to mention, physically, you could easily pass as twins anyway!
But I’m not talking about twins in my scenario here. I’m talking about the possibility of Mommy and I having another baby; who would be a few years younger than you.
Those dynamics would be a lot different than having an equivalent girl version of you, plus you.
My reasons for wanting another child, when I sporadically do, are never sincere enough or truly legitimate. (Am I being too honest right now? Am I committing social media taboo by admitting that?)
I feel like my reasons are always selfish. If we’re going to grow our family, I want it to be “for the right reasons,” and I’m not even sure what they are anyway.
(Hmm… I wonder if that would make a good blog post?)
Yes, our family absolutely loves (!) Sophie and I really appreciate the dynamics she brings to our family; still, though, I think I’d be happy with just one kid.
I feel complete with a family of three. But, that could always change…
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