Over on the fost - adopt blog I’ve been musing about adding a second child to our family mix. I must admit that my age, (almost 48!) has me second guessing my decision to adopt again and to have two or more adopted children.

My energy level is pretty good. I keep up with the physical activity - so far - but at the end of the day I get tired of the wining, and I’m a bit less patient.

That could just be my personality and nothing to do with age of course. I used to be a lot less patient all day long, not just in the evening. Maybe age is mellowing me. That would be a good thing and a positive in the older - parent adoption conundrum.

Hubby, of course, has a lot to say on this subject of adopting again. He is a bit older and wants to retire before he is one hundred and twenty years old. He also gets quiet and sullen when thinking of trying to ski with K when she is ten years old, or take her to her piano recital as a teenager - he’ll be ancient by then. I can tell it bothers him.

Money is an issue - we have more of it now than before, but it will also run out unless we work forever. I’m already willing to go live out a bit of time on a beach somewhere. Of course, being a driven type of person, that lifestyle wouldn’t suit me for long and I’ll end up staying overly busy even though I meant to retire.

If I were to do it again, would I do it differently? Well, who knows, I’d love to be ten years younger, but then I’d be a different mom, and I like the mom that I am.

So, should I adopt again? I go over this in my mind, weighing the pros and cons. Asking for advice, dreaming about all the possibilities.

But, in the end, I shouldn’t really be about my age, but about my health, and hubbies health, and our wishes and ability for us to parent again.

Young or old the choices are the same.