On Becoming Three
posted by: Aimee
My husband Bryan and I never thought we would have kids. Seriously. Never.
I never babysat, was never was good with children – never had that “spark” so many people have that make children simply adhere themselves as if they were a giant felt board.
In 2000, we had a large family reunion in Germany. Everyone from my side of the family convened to celebrate not only my great aunt’s 80th birthday, but also the baptism of my cousin’s children (then aged 6 and 3) in the old, ornate family church that sat so serenely up the hill in the tiny town my mother used to call home. Bryan and I were to become the esteemed godparents.
We checked, of course, to make sure the requirements were not, in fact, that we actually be responsible for these children. I mean, what was my cousin thinking, anyway?
But as the time in Germany unfolded, and we spent real time with these really wonderful children… Bryan and I looked at each other and thought for the first time… “What if?” What if we opened ourselves to the experience? Where would it lead us? Who would we become on the other end?
We came back from Germany thinking.
That year we also bought a new home. A modest home in a near downtown Denver neighborhood, but our first “real” home. We moved in and started looking around. Starting feeling the possibilities. The space. (OK, not all that much space – it *is* an urban Denver neighborhood, after all). But somehow this house had become a home we could raise a child in.
We kept our thoughts to ourselves. I mean, it had taken me years to convince my mother she was out of luck in the grandchild department, I didn’t want to undo all that work unless we were really sure. And I wanted to be really sure about this kid thing.
So we percolated. For a whole year. (I’m a slow thinker.)
And we decided we were ready. We were thrilled. We were terrified. I was reading everything I could get my hands on to prepare. Because those of us who have never babysat have NO IDEA what to do with children.
The best part was telling my mother and watching the shock and awe spread over her face.
And here’s the funny thing about life. You think you’ve got it all figured out, ready to go great guns after this kid thing, and a business opportunity of epic proportions lands right in your lap. Could I really start a web development company *and* have a baby at the same time?
This is where we stopped thinking and just followed gut instinct.
It’s been a wild ride thus far… but equally rewarding.
And one thing I know for sure: My cousin *did* know exactly what she was doing.