I’ve always wanted five kids. But my first pregnancy was not easy and the delivery nearly killed me. The second was some better, but not much. So we’re going to foster-to-adopt in our next phase of life. We both want teenagers. I had an epiphany the other day, that I’m ready-ish. People always tell me they have no idea how I can braid as well as I do. It just comes naturally. At the concert I was watching a girl fiddle with her soft, thick hair and I just wanted to braid it. And then I realized that I’m halfway to caring for black hair. Obviously we won’t have a race preference, but I like to be ready for anyone. I can braid well, and that’s the best place to start. It’s gotten better now, but I used to lay in bed at night just sobbing because I know my kids are out there somewhere and not with me.
It’s scary. I know I’m short-tempered and lose my patience. I have high expectations for function and behavior. I’m super disorganized at this stage of my life (used to be hyper organized though). But I know we can do it. I know we’re meant to do it.
