I found this poem out on a website.... probably almost 2 years ago when Addison was about 6 months old and we didn't ever plan on having more kids. For some reason I saved it on my computer and sent it to friends as they were becoming pregnant with baby #2 - still thinking that I was "one and done" and wouldn't ever really understand what this poem was all about. Then a few weeks ago, I found it still saved on my computer and reread it, not realizing how much it hits home now and how much it can make an already emotional mother cry! Obviously I am still stuck in the first part of the poem wondering if I can love another baby as much as I love Addison and scared at what this is going to do to her and to the bond her and I have. I am hoping this poem is true and that everything, in the end, will work out and that my heart will be able to love two children and that those two children will love each other dearly.
I walk along holding your 2-year-old hand, basking in the glow of our magical relationship. Suddenly I feel a kick from within, as if to remind me that our time alone is limited. And I wonder: how could I ever love another child as I love you? Then she is born, and I watch you. I watch the pain you feel at having to share me as you've never shared me before. I hear you telling me in your own way, "Please love only me". And I hear myself telling you in mine, "I can't", knowing, in fact, that I never can again. You cry. I cry with you. I almost see our new baby as an intruder on the precious relationship we once shared. A relationship we can never quite have again. But then, barely noticing, I find myself attached to that new being, and feeling almost guilty. I'm afraid to let you see me enjoying her—as though I am betraying you. But then I notice your resentment change, first to curiosity, then to protectiveness, finally to genuine affection. More days pass, and we are settling into a new routine. The memory of days with just the two of us is fading fast. But something else is replacing those wonderful times we shared, just we two. There are new times – only now, we are three. I watch the love between you grow, the way you look at each other, touch each other. I watch how she adores you — as I have for so long. I see how excited you are by each of her new accomplishments. And I begin to realize that I haven't taken something from you, I've given something to you. I notice that I am no longer afraid to share my love openly with both of you. I find that my love for each of you is as different as you are, but equally strong. And my question is finally answered, to my amazement. Yes, I can love another child as much as I love you—only differently. And although I realize that you may have to share my time, I now know you'll never share my love. There's enough of that for both of you – you each have your own supply. I love you—-both. And I thank you both for blessing my life. —Author Unknown
