Envious.

I wish I were naturally maternal. I never planned on having a child. I still struggle with it. I try so hard with R. I know women who have 4, 5, 6, kids, and would have 20 if they could. I feel guilty sometimes for only having one. R is it for me, I have no desire to give him a sibling. People already ask me when I’m having another, or they just assume I’m planning on more. Nosy. With as stressed as I get some days, 1 is plenty.

I wish I could be one of those people who believed in God, or religion. It must be comforting. I would love to be able to, but my over-thinking and cynicism prevents that. Which is fine. Most days.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s