One night, while laying in bed talking before sleep, kids came up. Maybe we should have kids? After all, we’ll need someone to take care of us when we get old. We figured it wouldn’t change us. We were special. We were unique. We were naive. It took a year of trying before our beautiful son graced us with his presence. It wasn’t easy, but he was here, and we were officially a family. A family whose other family lived two states away. We found ourselves unable to do everything we had done before since you can’t take an infant skiing, or primitive camping, or happy hour for that matter. We hadn’t thought about those things. It sure would be easier if we had a family member we could trust to leave our son with so we could run amok like we used to. So we sold our first house, moved back to Texas, and built our second house in The Colony, Texas.
Now, we had planned to just have the one child. After all, you can give one child the world, but two children meant only 1/2 the world each, three children 1/3 each, etc. We did the typical parent things. We found a playgroup for our son, started a college savings plan, and began to lay out all the plans we were going to have for him. One day my son asked me that unexpected question: “Mommy, when are you going to have another baby?” “Um, uh, geez sweetheart, why do you ask?” He thought having a younger sibling was a great idea. Someone to play with he insisted. So again, there we lay with our late night conversations, and muse over giving in to our son’s idea. We were good parents, we had a huge house, lots of friends, and plenty of money for another child. So why not? Let’s have one more, just one more. Two was the limit, we both agreed.
My son was 2 1/2 when our daughter was born. He was enamored with her, just as he promised. From the day we brought our daughter home, she and her older brother became a pair. So there we were as a foursome now. Two parents, two kids, three cats, big house, nice car, savings plan, etc. Picture perfect. We researched and found the best schools (of course), made sure our children were extra prepared for school, and spend seven years in that one house. My son was in the third grade, and my daughter in kindergarten, when there was that feeling again. We had both been having it. We’d been having it for awhile, but it was easy to put on the back burner with our hectic schedules. We had everything, the picture perfect life, with the picture perfect kids. What was missing? Something had to be missing because neither of us were satisfied with our lives. There was my husband again and his ‘pipe dream’. No way could we do that, in my opinion. What about our children? They deserved everything we had. We’d have to consider something like that after the kids were gone. I figured it was that feeling of escapism he had, and I seemed to have it too. We told ourselves we needed to move. Maybe a move would help with that dissatisfied feeling. After all, The Colony’s middle schools were atrocious, and we couldn’t have our children in that kind of environment. We again searched for the best place to live with the best schools. We sold our second house, and bought our third house in Frisco, Texas.
To be continued in Part 3.....
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