Some parents reach a definitive conclusion after having one or two children that they are completely finished expanding their families. Others, however, find themselves caught in a dilemma, where practical considerations, such as biology or financial stability, force them to halt their parenting journey. Most of us, though, oscillate between “I think I’m done” and “maybe just one more.” That describes me perfectly over the past several years.
At 38, with two sons five years apart, I often feel the weight of my stretched finances and sleepless nights. Logically, it seems clear that I should close the door on having more children. Yet, my heart sometimes whispers, “Just one more,” especially when I find myself awake at 3 a.m. with a sick child clinging to me. This internal conflict has been frustrating—my mind and my body sending conflicting messages.
This summer marked a turning point. Our old Honda Civic, which had loyally served us for 15 years, began to falter. It broke down in a grocery store parking lot after I’d just loaded it with bags, and the dreaded “check engine” light started flashing more frequently. With our finances already strained from raising two kids, we knew it was time to invest in a new vehicle.
After emptying our savings and taking a loan from a family member, we found ourselves at the Volkswagen dealership. As we signed the papers for our new compact car, the realization struck me: there simply wouldn’t be enough room for a third car seat. Amid the excitement of buying a new car, I had completely overlooked this important detail. My mind would have selected the car anyway for practical reasons, but my emotional side didn’t protest—a clear sign that I was truly done.
I must admit, I feel relieved. Living in that indecisive space of “will I or won’t I” was exhausting. Sure, it’s entertaining to daydream about what might have been—imagining rearranging the house for another child or calculating college expenses for a third. Yet, there’s something immensely satisfying about borrowing a friend’s baby for an hour to enjoy that delightful baby scent.
I’ve come to realize that the most rewarding fantasies involve the grandchildren I hope to spoil someday, sending them home with their parents once the sugar rush subsides. Although the heart often desires more, it turns out that what I cherish most is already in my life.
Now, as I secure my two boys in their car seats in our new vehicle, I glance at the small gap between them and think, “That’s just enough space for a few overdue library books, an empty snack bag, and some goldfish crumbs.” Looking at my two lively, sweet boys, I realize I have everything I could ever want right here.
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Summary
This reflection explores the emotional struggle of deciding whether to have more children, illustrating how practical considerations can clarify one’s choices. The author finds comfort in the joys of raising two boys and embraces the idea of nurturing future grandchildren instead of longing for another child.
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