My mom had me and my brother in her 20s. When she wanted to have another kid in her 40s, we boycotted her idea.

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My mother had my brother and me in her early 20s. By the time she hit her 40s, she found herself longing for more children. Maybe she missed the sleepless nights, dirty diapers, and toys scattered everywhere. Or maybe she looked at my brother and me and thought, these two turned out great — why not try for a third?