Maybe Baby, Maybe Not

Well, William finally said it. He thinks it's enough to have just one child. He is very satisfied with his son, Joseph. Let's not have another baby, he said. I have to admit I was a little disappointed to hear that, but am glad nonetheless that he vocalised his thoughts to me. I would not have a second child if I was the only one feeling thrilled about it.

You see, William is a caveman. Oh, I don't mean it as a derogatory term. Far from it, I've learnt to recognise and acquaint myself with this side of him. The cavemen of yore, they were hunters, not talkers. They leave the cave when daylight breaks to hunt animals, and bring food home to feed the family. In their spare time they fix or sharpen the weapons that helped them bring down beasts, for protection or for meat. Whenever the wife needed help around the cave-home, he nods or grunts in assent and sets to work on whatever that needed his attention.

That's William. Always reliable, you can bank on him to do his bit for the home. He brings back the dough, he helps around the house, he even babysits Joseph when I needed to go out for the evening. He's inclined to say "yes" to anything I want, just to make me happy. A caveman, who works hard for the family.

But I don't want to have my say or my way in everything, especially the decision to have another child, it is a very major one indeed. Initially William did say he's fine with it if I am ready to get "big" again, and go through those sleepless nights (caring for a newborn) all over again. But somehow I did not feel the peace within me to try and conceive then. I'm glad I didn't, for now I know the reason I felt a restraint was because William wasn't really ready.

Anyway, I'll just leave it to the Lord. In future, should we decide have a second baby, He shall put the desire into both our hearts. Jesus, our Lord, we love You.