If you think back to the first time you started daydreaming of growing up and having a family, then it’s most likely you could have said exactly how many children you wanted. Me? I dreamed of four.

Now, I know plenty of women who have exactly as many children as they had dreamed of growing up. More often than not though, I think we grow up and get slapped by reality a time or two and realize the number we had in our dreams as a child just isn’t realistic for us for one reason or another.

Sometimes, girls who never wanted kids become women managing the calendars of four tiny lives. Sometimes, girls who wanted six kids grow up to find though their heart knows no limits, their bank accounts have significant thresholds. Sometimes, girls who want one boy and one girl grow up to learn their body wasn’t, in fact, created to carry those children and will fight for years to hold just one child in their armsscreaming that they don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl so long as the child is theirs.

I dreamed of four.

When I met my husband I knew very early on he wouldn’t be a four kids kind of guy, so I settled on three. Three, I could get him to consider. As we considered buying a home, or maybe building, and how we would really like a fishing boat, and how we would really like to be able to take some small vacations along the way, I decided two. Two was the answer. Then he or she would still have a sibling, but we would be able to afford the things we wanted to do with our life. We would be able to afford to put our children in the extracurriculars of their choosing without hesitation. Two was good.

Then I had my first child.

I had my first child and a raging battle with postpartum depression.

I think, though, just as we had a number in our minds as little girls of how many children we would have, as adults, there is still a piece of us that feels the need to KNOWfeels a need to have a final answer to the question of how many kids we will have. For me, that internal battle centered around whether I was mentally stable enough to consider bringing another child into the world down the road.

Why did I need to know now? I had years left to decide!

I tried giving myself grace. It was fine not to know. Nobody expected me to have that answer yet and when people began asking if we would have another, as people do, I would simply say, “I don’t know!” I didn’t know. I really didn’t, and I prayed that God would give me peace one way or the other.

What did it mean if I, a woman with a completely healthy and capable reproductive system, chose not to have a second child and chose not to give my first child a sibling because of my mental health? What did it mean if I felt my mental health was robbing me of more children? Did I fight it or make peace with it?

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There were days when it seemed silly to even question it, to worry over it. I felt guilt over that tiny internal battle even existing because the child I had already brought into this world was more perfect than anything I could have imagined.

I prayed for God to show me a clear answer and give me peace in whatever that answer was. I prayed for patience if He couldn’t give me an answer yet.

On a hot, Sunday morning this summer, my husband asked for help loading haya task normally handled between him and his grandfather. I was excited at the opportunity to help and knew as his grandpa gets older, more responsibility will fall on me and our son to help with all of the things that keep farmers busy.

My husband and son loaded into the tractor and headed out onto paths created by years of those same tractor tires beating down on the earth. I followed them in the truck, smiling at the image of a tiny head of blonde curls bouncing along in the tractor with his dad.

We took care of what needed to be done, and I went back to the house with our son Andrew while my husband began to work some of the ground behind our house. Andrew looked out the window and saw Daddy was still in the tractor, so I scooped him up and we hurried outside in hopes of Daddy inviting him up for another ride.

Daddy did invite Andrew in, and as I turned to walk away, he hollered for me to jump in, too.

So I did.

The cab of an old tractor isn’t an extremely spacious thing. A man can ride fairly comfortably by himself. When you add his 2-year-old son, they still fit quite nicely. When you add in his full-figured wife, then you’ve got yourself a rather full house but a rather cozy one just the same.

I squeezed up onto the side, my arm around my husband and our son curled up in the crook of his arm. We bounced around the field, my son lulled into a trance by the motion of the tractor combined with an impending nap, and I felt tears prickling the back of my eyes.

In the kind of overwhelming clarity only God can provide, I felt completely and wholly washed over by one ridiculously silly, but for me, life-altering thoughtthere’s no more room in the tractor.

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So what DID it mean if I chose not to have a second child and chose not to give my first child a sibling because of my mental health? It meant that, in our family, the gift of a sibling to my son would carry the ultimate risk of a loss of a stable mother. It meant I decided he needed meall of me, healthy and wholemore than he needed anything else in the world.

We fit together that morning like puzzle pieces, the three of us. We fit tightly and closely and perfectly just as we were. The field behind our house and this life we are building together were made for the three of us to travel together, to experience together, to bump around on together.

There’s simply no more room in the tractor.

Previously published on the author’s blog

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Leah Reynolds

Leah Reynolds is a mother of one and the founder of Mending Motherhood. After a battle with postpartum depression, she created Mending Motherhood as a community for mothers who are currently battling or have battled maternal mental illnesses. She lives in central Indiana with her husband, Zach, and 2-year-old son, Andrew.

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