Well, we’ve reached a new place in our parenting careers.  We have not had another child.  The longest we have gone between kids is twenty one months, and the baby is now twenty one months old and we aren’t even pregnant.

Torn

I know this may sound trite, but if we could guarantee another girl, I could probably get my husband on board of having one more.  For some reason, I really want another child.  Which I lately have found funny, because I often feel like I can’t even handle what I have (well), so why in the world would I want to add to it.

There are excuses for and against:

*Having my husband be the sole financial contributor of a family of 6 is already a lot of pressure (even though, we do a pretty good job of managing it).

*I could very well be one of those women who always want “just one more.”  Many of my friends are adamant that they are done, and I sometimes wish for that feeling.

*Another child would mean getting a bigger vehicle.  A bigger house would also be nice, since there are already two people in every bedroom.

*Many mothers have said that after three children, you really don’t notice any more work when adding more children.

Choice

So while I may be a little sad today, I will choose to be grateful for what I have.  I have four wonderful, healthy, and amazing children.  Who, although they sometimes stress me out, I know I would be miserable without them.  Today I will take the time to enjoy the little moments:  when the baby dances, when someone needs a hug, and when they choose to be compassionate towards each other.  Today I will hold my baby a little longer (if he lets me), kiss his head, and try to memorize the softness of his skin, his smell, and the gleam in his eye.  While I do not know what God has in store for our family, I will choose to be content.