For the first ten years of my life as a mother, my world revolved entirely around my firstborn daughter. She was everything to me, my constant source of joy, my reason to grow, and the center of all my decisions. Those years were filled with milestones, laughter, and countless moments that made my life feel complete. I never questioned whether there was something more because, in my heart, she was enough. I believed that my love for her was so immense that it couldn’t possibly be shared with another child. For years, I was content with the life we had built, a cozy, predictable, and beautiful little world where it was just the three of us: my daughter, my husband, and me. I never truly entertained the thought of having another child. It wasn’t something I actively decided against, but more like something I didn’t feel the need to explore. I was happy, fulfilled, and focused on my family and the life we had together.
But as I look back now, I realize there were moments, subtle ones, when I found myself quietly wondering. I would watch siblings playing together in the park or see my own siblings support one another through life’s challenges, and a small voice inside me would ask,
What if?
That voice, however, stayed quiet, until one Diwali evening. It was a festive night, the air filled with the warmth of lights, laughter, and family. Once the celebrations had quieted, my husband and I sat together, reflecting on life and all its blessings. It was in that quiet moment that he brought it up: the idea of having another child. I can’t explain why, but his words stayed with me. They touched something deep within me, a part of me I hadn’t acknowledged before. At first, I brushed it off, telling myself it wasn’t something I needed to think about. But the conversation lingered in my mind. Over the days that followed, I started paying attention to the moments I had previously overlooked: siblings sharing secrets, cousins laughing over childhood memories, the way families expand and grow in love with every new addition. Slowly, the idea began to take root. Maybe, just maybe, my heart could grow even more.
That Diwali night marked the beginning of a shift in me. It wasn’t a decision made overnight, but it was the spark that made me pause and consider what my life could look like beyond the three of us. And as I reflected on the love I had for my daughter; I started to realize something incredible.
Love doesn't divide, it multiplies.
The path ahead wasn’t clear, but for the first time, I felt ready to explore it.