Alice Bradley of finslippy has a beautiful post about her one son Henry.
Of course I know, rationally, that only children can be happy and successful. I know that Henry's happy and well-adjusted and loved beyond measure. I do.
But it keeps coming up. They think I'm selfish, I think, when other parents ask me if Henry is an "only." Stingy. Not willing to spread myself just a little too thin. I want to give them my reasons. My very good, well-considered reasons. But I'm afraid they'd argue that those reasons aren't enough.
A lot of her commenters have written to say that they understand and completely get what she is saying. I am not someone who can completely get it. I will have four children soon. I can't imagine having only one and deciding to stop trying for another child. But then, I have never suffered a miscarriage, and even if I ever do (God forbid), I won't experience it the same way she and her family experienced theirs. I don't want to pretend that I can imagine how she feels or what she and her husband went through. It would not be fair or honest.
I am grateful that she let us in and wrote the post.