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Is an Only Lonely?

So it's January, a new year and the Prince and I have returned to the topic most popular/unpopular in our life: Baby Due. Popular because we just can't seem to stop talking about it. Unpopular because we can't just seem to stop talking about it.

I have reached the place where I firmly believe that raising The Rabbit as an ONLY is not a curse placed upon her head. There are plenty of studies that now show an only child as modeling behavior similar to the oldest child -- ie, fine. And being a mother who chooses to have just one doesn't make me feel like some heinous selfish monster despite the will of the (s)mothers.

But I am also feeling like, 'Is this it?' And wondering if I am ready to surrender this part of my life for good. It's one thing to waiver back and forth -- both options remain. It's quite another to choose one and make the decision permanent.

There's a great story in this month's Parenting magazine which I think articulates these feelings very well...(there are a couple of great stories in February's issue actually....)

In the meantime, as The Prince and I sit on our Humpty Dumpty of a wall, I'll keep boring you all with our angst and indecision. Lovely right?

Comments

Sugarmama said…
If it's at all helpful, the 'Is this it?' feeling doesn't seem to go away no matter how many kids you have. There's something just difficult about shutting down the baby factory whether you have 1 or 3 or 10, but it's the modern era, right? We've gotta stop sometime!
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Manhattan Mama said…
Thanks Sugarmama. That is helpful. Although, in this modern age, with 55 year old women having twins, I think you almost don't have to stop. However, I don't think I'm hardy enough to imagine myself flying to my child's college graduation by cashing my social security check. Thankfully there's a few more years left on this old gray mare....
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