It's probably no surprise to any of you that motherhood has, for me, been an incredible experience, and "incredible" probably isn't an adequate adjective. I remain on the fence about whether or not to try to add to our family of three. (Nathan will tell you he's comfortable on this side of that fence, but he also said that on the other side of the fence we named "Garrett".) I know that climbing over the fence I'm sitting on involves a whole lot more than merely wanting to.
Lately, I've struggled with the temptation to diminish my experience as a mother because there obviously isn't as much to juggle as if we had another child. I wonder if I'll ever be able to really relate to my friends who have two or more children. I imagine other moms - none in particular - looking at my life and thinking, "She has no idea. One child? That's a walk in the park!" While there's certainly truth to that - our job as Garrett's parents has been relatively easy so far - we'll never again not be his parents.
I suppose I'm seeking some encouragement. Can anyone relate?
