“Making the decision to have a child – it is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. ” -Elizabeth Stone
I always knew I would be a mother. It was never “if”, always “when”. I knew that I would have boys. I knew I would have a large family.
But life is kinda funny. Those things I knew would happen occurred in a less conventional way. Not unheard of by any means. But had you told me when I was younger that by age 24, I would be in the lives of three boys? I would have thought you were crazy. Yet now, almost 8 years later, I can’t imagine my life without them. Some say that being a stepparent is the hardest role there is. I must say, if it’s not, it is certainly way up there at the top.
I knew I wanted at least one more child. In my heart, I wanted a little girl. I would have been happy either way, and I honestly mean that. But when my midwife showed me the ultrasound and I saw the “hamburger” (verses the “hot-dog” – and maybe that was just my midwife’s lingo??), I knew life was going to be different. Clara’s birth was tumultuous to say the least, but she’s here and she’s safe. That’s what matters.
I have had a unique experience in that I raised teenagers before three-nagers. Everyone always says “Oh, just wait until she’s a teenager!”. And trust me, that little firecracker will keep me on my toes, that is a fact. But I’m not going into this blindly. With three boys now almost fully raised into men, I would say we have faced our share of challenging teenage behavior.
The one things about these kids? I love them to death. They drive me nuts at times. But I wouldn’t change it.