“How can I possibly love another child as much as my first?” 

“Won’t my oldest child feel jealous when my second (third, fourth…) is born?”

“Why does having another child feel like a loss of something with my first?”

Someone asked me about grief the other day and my mind went blank. Instead of a clear path to the next cogent thought, I hit a wall. How could I capture an experience so universally human and so deeply individual? 

Today, my oldest ran by my side as my youngest scootered behind…