I recently read a blog. I love to read blogs. This particular one generally makes my day. It covers at least 2 of my favourite topics. Food and babies.
This post asked a question. It made me think. It asked how many children you'd like to have. Wow. Seems a bit loaded, don't you think? Well, maybe. But it also suggested that the answer was more of a heart decision than a head one. You know how 2 kids fit in a car. It makes sense. The author, a mom of 2, then carries on and says that she still feels like there is another baby out there. A part of her that is still missing.
It had me analysing - how many babies would I like to have? Who decides? I have many girlfriends who would love more children, but their husbands disagree. Sometimes I feel like I'd have a thousand more children, just so I can have those first magical moments with them. I love being a mom. I love carrying babies under my heart, as my mom says. I love nursing. It feels like I finally know what I want to do. And whilst being a mom is often not enough (I absolutely have days of self-doubting pity), for now, I find myself thinking and searching for the other ones. The ones that are still out there.
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