Thoughts on a second child

How strange that one plus one isn't two. It is an infinite combination of intricate coordinations. It's the weight of added responsibility. It's my heart, growing, expanding until I realize there was room in there for another all along.

This eternal addition is a fragile tug of war, a Dance constantly switching partners but also learning to dance with two.

The balance is difficult but simple.

It's a gift but at times a strain.

I am grateful.

I'm still learning.