Madly In Love
I am thankful for Engineer because without him, I would have never become a Momma.
This Momma gig is super high-pressure; there is much at stake. A life. A future.
I take this job seriously and I truly love my occupation but I have had little desire to repeat it.
We have one child and that's where my Momma-ness ends. I feel complete in my Momma-ness.
For a long time, Engineer felt his Dad-ness was complete. At some point, in the not so distant past I might add, it seems Engineer may have considered that he has room in his Dad-ness for more.
And although he may have dropped hints a time or two and we have even talked about more kids in passing, he has never pressured me to add to my Momma-ness.
I am so appreciative that he has never made me feel inadequate or less of a mother because of our small brood of one.
He has never shamed me into thinking I wasn't doing my duty as a wife, mother, Christian, or human by not having more children.
I feel so blessed that he conquers his own desire for more so that my desire for the status quo thrives.
That, to me, is sacrificial love.