Back when Nick and I were “discussing” whether or not to have another baby, I had one reoccurring thought… If we did not have another child, I knew I was going to have a rough time (emotionally) when the boys all started school, all went off to high school and even worse, all went off to college. Talk about empty nest issues! Each milestone would have been bittersweet because while we would proud of the boys’ latest accomplishment, there would also be sadness and regret that it was the only time we would live through that moment (except for potty training – I would have been fine only living through that once).
Saturday night, as I was leaving church with the boys (Nick had to slip out early to pick his dad up at the airport, so I was solo) I had an interesting, 4 minute conversation about all of this. The boys were getting ready to dash out the doors when a man asked me if the boys were all brothers. I said “yes, they are” and he then asked if they were the same age. I replied in the affirmative again and expected him just to say “wow, that’s cool!” or something along those lines, but instead he said “I have triplets too”.
His triplets are two boys and a girl and are 13 years old. Only one of the trio was there with him and his wife. He called his wife over so that she could meet me too and his wife immediately remarked how great it was that I was having another.
Hearing someone instantly say that it’s great that I’m having another is not normal. Most initial reactions are “you’re crazy!” or a more subtle version of that is “wow. Another one when you already have three?”. I’ve learned to roll with the comments and understand that in this 2 child society I probably do seem crazy. I’m sure my face lit up when this other mom of triplets affirmed my desire to have a 4th.
She mentioned that Saturday night was her son’s last time being an Acolyte at church and it made her sad that all three of her children have now aged out of that. After she chatted with the boys for a minute (asking their names and ages), she stood up, looked at me and said “You are going to be so glad you’re having a 4th. Not having another one is our (gesturing towards her husband) biggest regret.”
Wow. I thanked her for affirming my thoughts on the matter and headed into the parking lot even more grateful that this little “oops” (baby girl wasn’t planned, for those that are new to the blog) had happened. Yes, life will be even more chaotic than it is now. Sure, I’m going to be a walking zombie shortly. You know what though? I’m so excited about this new adventure! The boys absolutely cannot wait to meet “baby sister” and show her all their toys, take her to the zoo and “hold her at loud pops (fireworks) so that she doesn’t get scared”. Now we’re just holding out hope that one baby really will seem like a cake walk compared to the boys… 🙂