When my children were young, my day revolved around bottles and diapers and nap times just like my friends’ did. But as time passes, our lives have diverged. How mothers of small families cope with the challenges and focus on the blessings.
At a social function one Chol Hamoed afternoon I mentioned the outing I’d taken with my children that morning.
“How old are your children?” came the inevitable question.
“Nine and ten” I said.
Pause.
“Those are your oldest?”
“No they’re my only.”
I smiled and tried not to notice the silence that fell to ignore the sense that once again I’ve marked myself as different.
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