I can only imagine the thoughts racing through your mind as we entered the room. My six-year-old had his hand deep in a bag of cheesy puffs, an orange soda precariously balanced under his other arm. He wore mismatched socks—bright blue Transformers paired with bold red Elmo—because he insisted on picking out his own clothes and I didn’t have the energy for a fashion debate.
And my daughter? Her hair was already free from the hastily done pigtails I had attempted, while her ballet skirt hung a little too low in the front. I juggled the door while she clutched my wallet, keys, and a book.
“Did you mean to?” you asked, glancing at my round belly and my apparent lack of grooming.
Did I mean to? Did I really mean to lie back in the cozy bed I share with my husband, toss my legs over his shoulders, and embrace that teenage spirit of wild abandon for a few blissful hours? Did I mean to spend countless late nights talking with this man who stepped in to fill a father’s role for my kids, and who longed for a child of his own?
Did I mean to endure that harrowing day in a cramped hospital storage area, where they had no real patient rooms available? As I sat there, hemorrhaging while my husband supported me, the nurse’s words echoed in my ears: “There’s no heartbeat.” We wrapped our shattered hopes in toilet paper, watching my husband’s heart break.
Did I mean to stare at that calendar month after month, counting every breath, every thought, only to find myself sobbing on the bathroom floor because it didn’t happen again? Did I mean to finally surrender, only to have my body miraculously embrace a baby that I’ve treated like a fragile porcelain doll for the last six months, terrified that I’d hear those dreaded words again?
Did I mean to bring another child into this unpredictable world, where the news is a relentless stream of fear-mongering and uncertainty? Where I question what the future holds, and whether we’re facing yet another conflict?
Did I mean to?
Absolutely. I did mean to.
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In summary, the journey of parenting can be filled with chaotic and unpredictable moments, but the love and intention behind it all is what truly matters. Embracing the wild ride of parenthood, with all its ups and downs, is a meaningful adventure worth every moment.