I sometimes wonder if I’ve done the right thing leaving such a big age gap between my kids?
It was always planned and down to a case of enjoying their company as toddlers and babies so much, I never felt rushed into adding another child into the mix. Instead I chose to savour the moment and invest as much as I could into those first few years without having to share my time. That was my idea and it worked, just fine.
There were so many pros as well as cons in having my large gap between babies. I loved that I was defying the norm and rewriting the rules. I’d never been one for following the crowds, call it the rebel in me, or simply thinking out of the box and it’s quite entertaining watching people work out our family dynamics,
yes, they are all ours,
no he’s not a champagne baby
yes, they all have the same father!
I’ve answered them all.
But one thing which I’ve started to notice recently is how much more grown up my littlest boy has become and how quickly my baby is growing up. His words, his mannerisms and his understanding, sometimes way beyond his years. There’s no denying he’s a little boy in a grown up world.
You see I have theses moments of worry, have I done it all wrong?
But then I look at the cheeky, happy little chap he’s become and I’m reminded, as long as he’s loved, as long as he’s cared for and as long as he’s happy, there will never be a right or wrong way to decide how many children make a family or what the ideal age gap should be.
What’s important is that they have that family, big or small, only child or not, they’ve just got to be loved.