My uncle told me yesterday that after you have a child, your love for everyone else pales in comparison.
His first, and, at the time, only child was taken by a freak volcano accident 21 years ago. I always listen astutely to his thoughts on life, knowing how much wisdom (and, unfortunately, pain) my uncle has.
I do want another kid. I want my daughter to have a sibling. But at the same time, I’m so happy to have my daughter.
I also love my career and having another kid will bring a lot of complication and exhaustion, so I’m really not that eager at this time.
When I pressure myself and tell myself I should have—or be on my way to having—two kids, I think of my cousin Raleigh.
She was such a superstar, a gem.
She was an only child.
And I would do anything to get her back.