This is a question that’s been on my mind ever since my second child, my son Jacob, was born six months ago. I grew up in a large family, I have five siblings, my mother has five siblings. I have cousins and more cousins, busting from the seams. I loved it, most of the time. I always thought I wanted four kids of my own. Not as big as my parents had but not too small either. I thought it would be perfect.
I have been a mother for 14 months. I have an absolutely beautiful and smart little girl. This past year has flown by. There have been good days and bad. There has been utter exhaustion and complete joy. I have to admit right off that bat that becoming a mother is the greatest accomplishment I’ve ever had.