We’ve welcomed our second daughter on this planet last week.
And when I spoke to my sister on the phone after a couple of hours, I remembered myself arguing with my parents when I was younger about something I remembered in that conversation.
Which is that more kids all have a smaller piece of the parents hearts. For the simple fact that there is just one heart to share. Which they strongly contradicted, and I believed they told me fairytales to make us feel good.
As so often I discover, they already knew what I couldn’t have known anyway.
But I do now. They were right all along.
There’s just a bigger pie to share.