Over the holiday weekend, we saw at least seven children under the age of 5 running around various places. We've had two baby showers and have a nursery room full of pink stuff. This leaves me feeling excited and terrified at the same time. As much as I have thought that decorating for babies was kind of waste and swore I would never get sucked in by the marketing aimed directly at parents, I must admit, some of the things they make are ridiculously cute. (And if anyone asks, I never said that.)
At the same time, seeing the terror that multiple small children can cause when they are unleashed together makes me think that two kids may be enough for me. Let me get through one and I might have a better opinion.
If anything makes me think I might be able to handle a child of my own, and I don't have much choice in that matter any more, it's the fact that there are in face some children who do like me. Grace and Jacoby, my niece and nephew.
I was carrying both of them back into the house and Grace asked me how I could carry two kids at the same time. I answered it was because I was strong and grown up. She rested her head on my shoulder as we walked and said, "I bet your baby will like you for that."
I'm not sure if it's a good or bad thing, getting a confidence boost from a three year old, but I'll take it.