Funny how photos and other features can evoke completely a time and a place. I am in the rocker - in my nightgown - and I am holding the very young infant Noah. Hannah is standing by me with a bib around her neck - not sure if she's just eaten or if she wants to eat. She was 21 months when Noah was born, so she's a youngster.
I was an "old" mother - 42 when Noah was born. I'd been through 5 other infants - and Bonny was almost 17, so I had a lot of help. But I do remember feeling sometimes like maybe this was for younger women!!
I remember feeding Noah one night - it was close to midnight - and he'd just fallen asleep - and Bonny came in from a date or a stake dance or something. Of course I wanted to hear her report. I also wanted to go to sleep.
Choices - what happens when we choose to have kids!
(By the way, I'm certainly glad I "chose" to have all of our children!! Wouldn't trade any of it!)
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