All I can do is try to shift my focus to the sweetness of watching my children grow. They become a little more independent every day, just as their legs grow longer right before our eyes. Sure, it feels nice to be needed, but it’s even nicer to not be needed all the time. The bigger my kids get, the more time I have to explore my own joys and passions outside of being a mom.
I’ll just keep trying to talk my ovaries out of having another baby. Who knows, maybe in another 20 years I’ll have a grandbaby to hold and buy tiny things for. Maybe that’s the reason grandparents spoil their grandkids so much: they finally got that baby fix they’ve been craving.
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