When Oliver was only a month old I blogged that I
thought I would enjoy having two kids… one day.
At the time I was still reeling from all the change and I was way too
overwhelmed to really enjoy anything. I
realized recently, though, that the day has finally come. I officially love having two children. I think I have loved it for some time, but
the knowledge has only recently slipped into my conscious mind. Yes, things are still difficult at
times. There are still those moments
when both kids are screaming and I feel like I'm enduring some exotic form of endless
torture. But I'm sure that there will always
be difficult times. Now, though, there
are enough wonderful moments to make the challenging ones worth it.
Moments when I pose them together for a photo op, with
Emma's arms wrapped around Oliver's little body, and they both give me a
dazzling smile at the exact same time.
Those pictures make it worth it.
Moments when Emma makes Oliver laugh, and then his laughter cracks her
up in return. Their mingled joy and
Oliver's little squeals of excitement make it worth it. Moments when Emmalee gives Oliver a hug and
says, "I love you, Little Brudder."
Those words make it worth it. And
moments at night when I'm lying on my side in bed with Emma spooned up against
my front and Oliver cuddled up against my back, and my heart is so full of love
and contentment that I think I could burst.
Those moments make it worth it.
So, yes, I love having two children. There are rough moments, but we persevere, because
we are a two-child family now. We've got
a routine and enough love and hugs and kisses to go around. The dust has settled. We've adjusted. And I think it’s safe to say, we wouldn't
have things any other way.
