Our family is complete. I've never felt this way before. Not after my second baby, not after my third. But now, with five children–I'm all filled up.
A few weeks ago I finally began acknowledging it: I let Matt cart off a bunch of baby stuff.
Some of it went to a teen pregnancy shelter. Other stuff went to foster care program.
I got all teary eyed packing away preemie clothes and shoes, newborn outfits, baby gear. I can feel myself transitioning into a new chapter of life.
I find myself saying things like: "Oh, this is the last time I'll make a bottle. This is the last time I'll go shopping for toddler clothing."
My babies are toddlers now. They've given up their bottles and soon will be out of their cribs.
I feel an ache of sadness/longing, but also a sense of peace. A certain kind of rightness. It seems like all the puzzle pieces have come together and the timing is right. I've been blessed beyond measure with five wonderful, healthy children.
I know that our hearts will always be open to more children. But I'm also listening to my husband who knows me so well. He says I need a rest. He says it's time to let the field lie fallow.
I think he's right.
Is it strange that I also think I might let myself have a wee little cry?
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