I think the most unique thing about preparing for a baby the
second time around was how concerned I was about how the transition would
affect my first baby. My first baby
seems like such a big boy most of the time.
Heâ€™s running, jumping, climbing and talking a mile a minute. Other times though, I catch a glimpse of how
much heâ€™s still just a baby himself â€“ when he gets hurt and wants me to kiss
and make it better or wakes up in the middle of the night and needs to be
rocked back to sleep. Heâ€™s lived the
entirety of his (admittedly short) life as the center of my attention â€“ how would
he adjust? Honestly, though, I was a little
concerned about how Iâ€™d do with the transition, too.
I love this little kid so much I feel like Iâ€™m going to
explode sometimes â€“ could I really love a second child this much? I know, I know â€“ everyone says that the love
just grows. Part of me didnâ€™t quite
believe it. It seemed like something parents
had to say. I wanted to clarify, â€śNo, I
donâ€™t think you understandâ€¦I REALLY love him.
Like A LOT.â€ť Of course, I know Iâ€™m
not unique in loving my child â€“ but itâ€™s hard to wrap your mind around every
parent loving their child that much.
Thatâ€™s a lot of love in this world.
Itâ€™s really quite beautiful to think about.
And (spoiler alert for you mamas with only one child) it
turns out itâ€™s totally true. The love does
grow. It doesnâ€™t just grow â€“ it explodes. There is absolutely no shortage of love. I wonâ€™t lie â€“ itâ€™s hard to juggle attention,
time, and meeting everyoneâ€™s needs â€“ but the love? The love is overwhelming and makes all the
challenging stuff worth it.
Were you surprised by the intensity of the love for you child?