Motherhood is a club. Before I was a mom it was a club in the same way that AARP is to me now. Distant. Something I might be a part of someday but not really worth thinking about yet. Now that I am a mom I realize there are different club levels You’ve got your new moms, your crunchy moms, corporate moms, know everything moms, …. and you’ve got your moms of many. After #1 I knew I didn’t want to join that club and after #2 I knew it even more. Two is so nice. One Girl, One Boy. It makes sense really, I have two hands for them to hold across the street. Hubby and I could each take a child when we went out. I have two legs for them to occupy at story time. Two is almost perfect. It was the almost that baffled me. I am a logical person. I am not ruled by my emotions; not swayed by some prehistoric/biblical urge to produce; and yet. And yet, my heart was not full and I dreamt of a home bustling with the activity of a larger family.
Yep, that’s better.