You Were Wrong Mom

By | October 20, 2016

If you have been following this blog a long time, you followed my struggle with infertility and the chance of never having another child due to the evils of PCOS.

RECAP: After having my first child, we were told by doctors that the possibility of having another child would be hard without the use of invasive techniques like medication and in vitro. After much discussion, we agreed that we would NOT go that route. We were already blessed with a wonderful son and if it was “meant to be” it would happen.

Fast forward 4 years later, I was pregnant with our second child – our second miracle from GOD – a son. My 1st son was 7 at the time and we are shopping at CVS picking up a few items. A woman approaches me and ask me how far along I am. At the time, I was around 8 months and looking like a tick ready to pop. She then asked me how far apart, in age, my children would be. Depending on the time of year, it would be 7-8 years. She smiled and said that her children (a boy and a girl) are the exact same age apart. She then said something that has stayed with me. “Your children will never get along. They will always fight and never like each other”.

As a hormonal pregnant mom, this shook me to the core. I have no idea why someone would EVER say that to a mother. I was fearful enough and then you add that nonsense? My oldest dreamed of having a sibling. He dreamed of a playmate and a friend. And, after a long struggle of several “losses”, the opportunity had arrived. Yet, here I sat concerned and wondering how this would impact my oldest’s life.

boysAs I sat here this morning watching my boys (now 9 & 2), I smiled. They were sitting together wrapped in the blanket sharing a snack of goldfish. There was no hate. No fighting. Only love. My oldest loves his little brother more than life itself. My little one idolizes his big brother who is his world. There love for one another goes beyond my wishes and dreams. This is what I envisioned.

I wish I would have never let that woman steal my dreams. That woman was wrong. Sure, there may reach a point in their lives where fighting may occur but right now is perfect. I have no concerns of the future. Only time will determine the outcome of their relationship but I choose to believe that their love will continue to build. That their trust will become stronger. That they will learn to depend on each other when times are rough. This will happen. That woman was wrong. I pray that no one ever steals my joy again.


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