My wife and I are struggling with when, and whether, to have a second child. Had she not taken her current job last year, we very well may have a baby right now. But she did, and we don't.
So, we planned to start trying to have a baby this fall, in time for early next summer. (Assuming everything goes "swimmingly.")
But, as John Lennon sang, life is what happens when you're busy making other plans. We're not really sure we're two-child people. It has nothing to do with being "ready." It has nothing to do with loving the second child.
It just has to do with us. Who were are. The life we're living. The life we want to give the Peanut.
|Are we complete?|
I'm not one of these guys who feels the need to reproduce to carry on the family name. In the 21st century, I feel my strong-minded, independent daughter is very well capable of representing the family and passing on the tradition however she sees fit. And we're also not a couple who absolutely has to have another child.
Sometimes we do think we need to have one. Whether it's peer pressure, or family pressure, or Peanut pressure. Yes, the Peanut wants a sibling. So she says. And there is a part of us that wants to have a baby so she can have a sibling. So she has someone to go to other than us, especially since we won't be around forever.
While that's definitely a better reason than peer pressure or pressure from our parents... is it still enough of a reason?
Once I was done thinking and praying, I looked at my wife and said the only thing I could think of. Because I am still siding with having a second, despite the concerns.
"I honestly have no idea how we'd do it," I told her. "But I just have faith in us."
Sometimes I think that's all we need. Call me an optimist.
We've been talking about whether we're "ready" for quite some time.