I used to hate it, seriously hate it, when family or friends said, “You’ll understand when you have kids of your own someday.” It seemed they used this in response to everything. I saw it as a way shutting the childless up. “We can’t have this conversation because you haven’t had kids.” It seemed so unfair to me. I saw it as a copout. People who said such a thing were wimps. And even if I didn’t understand, what made them think I wanted to understand what they apparently had such a firm grasp on?
Yesterday Tobyjoe looked at me and said, “I have decided that we can only have one baby.”
“Why? That’s OK with me, but why?” I asked.
“Because I can’t imagine loving anything more than I love this one.”
Parents of the world, I think I’m finally starting to understand.