The past month or so has been interesting to experience. Time and again I have been filled with this immense gratitude at the circumstances of my life. I have felt blessed beyond measure - so content and filled with joy. And yet, in quiet moments I have also been filled with a fresh wave of grief and loss at what I imagined my life would be.
Somehow, when Peter was born, I knew he would be my last child. I hoped it wasn't true and after prayerfully wrestling the situation again and again, and coming to a definite and irrefutable answer, I still explained it away to myself as I extended the "no more children" answer I kept receiving into "no more children NOW".
Our family size is a complex combination of choice (based on so many different factors), revelation, (which is the only real explanation), and fertility complications (which could likely be overcome with minimal effort).
Somehow, when Peter was born, I knew he would be my last child. I hoped it wasn't true and after prayerfully wrestling the situation again and again, and coming to a definite and irrefutable answer, I still explained it away to myself as I extended the "no more children" answer I kept receiving into "no more children NOW".
Our family size is a complex combination of choice (based on so many different factors), revelation, (which is the only real explanation), and fertility complications (which could likely be overcome with minimal effort).
These flashes of grief, which I thought were long-settled, are suddenly showing up with greater frequency. We always said that we would be done having children by the time I reached the age of 35. From a medical perspective, age 35 is when a lot of risks increase. And after Andrew went through the terrifying circumstances of Ammon's birth, we were recommitted to the idea that I, of all people, was not one who should knowingly jump into a circumstance of "increased risk" for anything medically related. Still, a few years ago as I longingly hoped that the answer that no more children would come was only temporary, I determined that with Heavenly Father in charge, anything was possible, and even my age couldn't be a deterrent. In my mind, as many arguments and reasons I have, including physical factors that are potentially out of my control, the fact that the family I have is Heavenly Father's design for me is the only valid explanation for my family not being the larger size I had always hoped and dreamed for.
But whether my age is a true cut-off for the possibility of more children or not, turning 35 next month does seem to remind me that I am reaching a point in my life which I pictured very differently than it is. And as much as I have found peace and even joy at the things in my life, a part of me is mourning afresh for what I thought it would be.
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