Sure, it’s great being an only-child with all the stickers I
could ever want and a top-of-the-line computer with games galore. But, nothing can replace having a sibling
that although you may not always see eye to eye with, will most likely be the
longest relationship you have in life. A
sibling will share the same core beliefs instilled into you from your parents,
and will still be there through every failed heartbreak or career failure. This is why I knew I always wanted to have at
least two kids. I love having one of
each: a boy and a girl so I can see what a difference it is to raise them. But, I also secretly always wanted to have
two girls. To see a sisterhood grow over
the years would have been so fulfilling because I had always wanted a sister
myself. Maybe a third baby? Nah, I’m not crazy.
Having a second child has been more difficult for me than expected. I was not prepared for the heartache of what literally felt like a breaking up or falling out with the love of my life: my first born. I had not read about this in any blogs, vlogs, or anything. I mean, I had read about the difficulty of managing your time between two kids, but no one mentioned how difficult it would be to step back from your obsession with your first and only child to love another. It did make me resent my time alone with Leila a bit in the beginning because that meant Ethan was off having fun with daddy while I was stuck at home sustaining a newborn. My first love was learning about a life beyond mama. It felt like knife wounds to the heart. This is how I came to realize what it really means to sacrifice. I willingly give up something that I hold so dear and close to my heart for the sake of someone else. It hurts and it is an uphill battle to try to make amends with those that feel wronged
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