My boy, Brian, who I simply call The Boy, came into our lives as a plan and a surprise all in one. After many years of back and forth indecision, we finally decided to have â€œjust one moreâ€. So we prepared ourselves and agreed that this was it. I had no idea that this decision would be so difficult. The logical side of me knew it was the right decision for our family. After all, I was 37 and my husband was 42. We had a 10 year old and my husbandâ€™s oldest child was 17. But the mother in me was not ready for this to be IT. The Boy brought a special kind of joy into our household and brought something into our lives that we didnâ€™t know we needed. This baby fixed something that we didnâ€™t know was broken. I wanted to experience this joy over and over again. But then, I remembered that this is IT.Â
Itâ€™s time to move on. Motherhood has exciting things still in store for me. The teenager will be in college next year. My husband and I are preparing for new and exciting things and my boy is still my boy.
This is itâ€¦.the end. All great things must come to an end. (Insert HUGE SIGH right here). I am done having children. Thatâ€™s all there is and there isnâ€™t any more.