I have a guest post this week over at Lindsey Smallwood’s Songbird and a Nerd blog: a very personal story about that time when I felt ready to have children, but my husband didn’t. I get butterflies just remembering this…
There comes a time in marriage when you just can’t talk about a thing any more. You need to say your piece, and then leave it in peace.
This is how it was for us on the topic of when to have children. In the newness and chaos of our first year of marriage, we had made a decision to delay: at least until he was finished grad school. But as grad school dragged on, I became more and more persuaded that the reasons underlying our delay were not faith and wisdom, but fear and selfishness: How would we afford it? Would we ever get to travel again? Would we even like children? After all, they come with a strict no-returns policy.
I bundled all my reasons and wrapped them up with a g(u)ilted bow: “If we say that children are a blessing,” I wheedled, “then why do we live as if they wouldn’t be?”
(Click over and read the rest here…)