There’s something about that third baby that unravels you.
Maybe it’s the sheer exhaustion of having three kids to raise. Maybe it’s knowing what’s ahead and what’s behind and what that means for the right now. Maybe it’s just because it has to be for you to survive.
Or maybe, for me, it’s just because I’ve changed that much between two and three. I had nearly nine years to recreate my life after all. Maybe I just did a better job this time.
Maybe I’m more prepared, or maybe I’ve just accepted how difficult this part is.
This baby has softened my edges and stretched my perceptions, my roles, and pushed me to hit a reset button, again, but harder. Continue reading