I am an only child, and so is my husband.
As a result of my upbringing, I’ve always imagined having at least two children.
That’s not to say my two-year-old son is less than my entire world – after all, his perfectly fitting name means “bringer of light” – yet I, perhaps selfishly, want him to know what it’s like to have a best friend in the form of a brother or sister.
But (because there’s always a but) I’m scared to try. Continue reading