It was clear I had missed the space-your-babies-2-years-apart window. And I started to panic. My kids will end up being spaced so far apart they probably won’t like each other. I’m not getting any younger. Obviously, I’m doing it all wrong. Oh, the mommy-guilt!
And now here I am, 1 1/2 years later, and I am so thankful that we didn’t have a baby before we were ready. The first year of motherhood for me was hard, and had I gone through a period of juggling both an infant and a toddler honestly, I would have sucked at it.
I wouldn’t have had as much patience with Conlan during some of his more challenging 2- and 3-year old moments. I would have missed out on lots of one-on-one time. And, quite frankly, I think I would have lost sight of much of the joy he’s brought us over the last year and a half had I been swimming in the sleep-deprived fog of having a newborn.
Not to mention, late pregnancy with an older child is so much easier than I imagine it would be with a younger one. I can say things like, “Get dressed,” “Go get in the car,” “Help me unload the dishwasher,” “Get the bag of grapes out of the fridge,” “Go potty,” “Please fill Mommy’s water glass…” and he does it. So I don’t have to. 🙂 Lovely.
So for those of you with more widely-spaced kids, ignore the peer pressure. It doesn’t come from other people anyway. It comes from that place inside ourselves that constantly second-guesses our parenting ability. You and God know the right time. Maybe it’s 1 year, 2 years, 5 years, or 1o years. Regardless, your family is perfect. Focus on the benefits of your situation – whatever it is – rather than comparing yourself to everyone else.