I've been through this twice before, and yet something feels so different this time—like we're experiencing every milestone at warp speed.
When people ask if my son is my first child, I say “first and probably only.” I know I should drop the word probably but I just can’t do it.
Had I waited too long for a second child within the much-desired two-year gap? Had I robbed my soon-to-be six-year-old son of the closeness of childhood siblinghood?
