There Will Always Be Room in a Mama’s Heart For One More

There will always be room in my heart for another baby.

Our family is complete and we have no plans to change that—a bittersweet chapter is closing for us.

Gone are the days of diapers and spit-up, distant are the nights of soft shushing and rocking.

The tiny newborn onesies have all found new homes. The drying rack sits empty of pump parts and bottles.

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Rolls and big bellies are now lanky arms and bony knees. Gummy smiles replaced with gap teeth and impish grins.

When I look at my children, I no longer see the sweet infants I held in my arms yesterday, but glimpses of the people they will be tomorrow.

And yet.

Without a doubt in my mind or a shadow of hesitation, I know: There will always be room for one more.

Because that’s just how a mama’s heart is.

It knows no end.

It has no bounds.

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There’s no limit to how far it will stretch, or how much it can grow.

And there will always be room for one more.

I knew it the moment I held my firstborn and my whole world changed in an instant. And even as I fell head-over-heels and never imagined anything greater, my heart whispered  to me what my mind could not yet grasp:

There will always be room for one more.

I knew it when my second made her hasty arrival and promptly knit herself into the fabric of our family as if she’d been there all along.

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And even though we felt our family was whole, even though we promised she would be our last . . .

Deep down there was never a question: There will always be room for one more.

I knew it even as my patience was stretched and my hands grew more full.

I knew it even as the midnight calls became few.

I knew it even as the sharp edges of my memory began to soften and blur, and I could no longer recall those long, early days.

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I know it now every time I see a mother cradle her newborn close, every time the unnamed sadness pricks at the corner of my eyes, every time I tell a stranger I am done having babies . . .

I can feel the sharp tug from a deep place in my chest.

And I know it’s my heart whispering to me again—

There will always be room for one more.

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Articles by Emily Solberg

Emily Solberg

Emily Solberg is a soldier, military spouse, mom of two, and fierce advocate of women supporting women. The goal of her writing is to help others feel less alone in their parenting journeys, and she isn’t afraid to share the hard parts of her own. You can find more from her over on Facebook and Instagram at Shower Arguments with Emily Solberg.

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