When my husband and I got married, we knew that we assume wanted to get pregnant.
We were both in our early 30s, and ready to be parents.
The first six months of our marriage, was spent decorating our house, and creating the perfect nursery for when we had a child. After three years, we realized I was never going to get pregnant. Instead of becoming depressed, we decided that we were going to adopt a child. The first thing the adoption agency asked was if we were set on having a newborn. I told them that as long as the child was young enough that I could hold him or her on my lap and rock them to sleep, I didn’t care. Two months later, we got the phone call that they had a set of twins ready to be adopted. They were two years old, and their mothers last wish was that they were not separated. They asked if we would be willing to take on the boy and girl as our own? I was in tears I was so happy. A week before we brought them home, my husband presented me with a handmade wooden rocking chair for Mother’s Day. My adorable twins are now typical teenagers. They get angry with me when I ask them to help out around the house, and they grimace when I want one or both of them to babysit our younger children. The handmade wooden rocker got a lot of use, especially when I found out I was pregnant five years later. Three years later, I gave birth to another set of twins, and the wooden rocker was still being used.