Family planning. That phrase seems to sum up parenthood in a pretty little package.
“We want 2 kids.”
“We want 4.”
“1 of each.”
Unfortunately, most parents know all too well you cannot plan parenthood. It’s actually laughable to plan a family.
Twins when you wanted only 1.
The birth control failed.
The birth control ended up making you infertile.
Pregnant too soon.
Pregnant after a long wait.
It rarely works out the way we ‘plan’.
It’s been that way for me. Getting pregnant is easy. Staying pregnant is not. Lots of heartbreak. However, it only makes that moment you hold your newborn more precious.
We always said we wanted four children. Now, here we sit. Our family has been *planned*….but only by God. The times I tried to work out a due date in my favor never happened. He was in control. After a rough few months in the Tela Novela that is my uterus, I have been wondering if we should just call it quits. Schedule a check up with the ‘ol urologist. Maybe 4 was just meant to be. Maybe God is telling me something.
And then, tonight, it happened. That moment when I knew I wanted another. The moment when it didn’t matter if it was a boy or girl. My husband looked at me and knew it too. Our 1 year old took his first steps into his brother’s arms. The joy in both their faces was awesome. Amazing. A gift. It wasn’t about me or my husband. It was this little family we have been blessed to have. It’s just not finished yet.
In that sweet few seconds, God whispered to my heart. A million hard days are worth these precious moments. There’s always room for one more. Love wins even when you’re too exhausted to take an Instagram photo of those first steps.