A few of the comments I have heard from women (here and other places) has left me thinking and wanting to share just a few of my thoughts (and few they will be!)....
First of all...to those of you who do not know, before having the children I do, I experienced a ectopic pregnancy, stillbirth (at 27 weeks, our little girl Hope, who I have written of in past posts) and then a miscarriage after that. There was a point in which I clearly remember wondering (doubting) if my body was able to carry a full term, healthy baby or if my husband and my genetic makeup would allow for a child of 'normal' physical make-up.
For whatever reason, God has allowed that trend of ill-fated pregnancies to subside, and we were able to carry three healthy little babies to full term. And now we have these twins who we will pray through this pregnancy as well. I always envision God's hands cradling and/or forming them in the womb...both through the sad and happy pregnancies.
Thus...as I have said before, no life that I have carried has been or will be taken for granted.
Secondly...it is NOT about the numbers.
Yes, 5 under age 3 sounds a bit dramatic..and perhaps daunting. (Ok, scrap the 'perhaps'!).
But I am not more favored, or more loved or more anything by God because I've been entrusted with any particular NUMBER of children. I do not and will not take pride in numbers, as I am merely the vessel for what God's doing in this little corner of the world. And perhaps these little people, because of the specific plans God has for them in the future, need to be familiar with the craziness and complexities of living with multiple siblings. It will help them better carry out whatever it is God has for them to do.
So...I guess what I am trying to say is: It's not about me. It's not about numbers. It's about what I am doing with what I have been given.
If you're a mom of one, that one is needing that one-on-one attention, and there will be great and glorious benefits to that child by having that time with her parent(s). If there is two, three...eighteen...it matters only that the children are loved and shown the way to live life to it's fullest. And as they achieve independence, we can only pray that they chose to live it!!! I had a great friend of mine over today, and she has two beautiful children she has been given through adoption (one of whom is on the road towards adoption). She is an INCREDIBLE mom. I told her even though I might have more children, the demands on her motherhood are far more challenging then I have ever known! She has been given a great task to nurture and love children who have needs far more complicated than my own, and I tremendously admire her dedication to doing just that (even though she is so refreshingly real about the grueling nature of it sometimes!). She is a shining example of motherhood to me.
And thirdly...Here is another truth that is so "in my face" (but not in a spirit of condemnation):
I HAVE SO MUCH TO LEARN.
And I will learn it. Mostly by trial and error, I am sure! (even though I am a bit slow. How many times will it take me to realize that if I leave a tube of ANYTHING (ie: Neosporin, toothpaste, diaper rash cream) anywhere within a stool & a little arms reach, they WILL find it. And open it. And squeeze it on to some bodily surface.)
I am not a big fan of parenting books (although there are several great classics out there that I do hope to read--probably after their all grown up. I'll pass the knowledge on to my grandchildren), but I am a big fan of talking to older women whose child rearing days are mostly over, and who I admire in their approach to motherhood. There is real value in that, in my humble estimation.
Well...naptime is almost up. Here are a few pictures of life around the house lately...just in case you still have time to spare and care to be nosey (like I am!).
...but eventually (partly spurred on by the challenge of my husband saying it couldn't be done), I took him over to the sink, dipped his hands into freezing cold water, sang a little ditty about eating dinner (it was beautiful, I assure you-brought tears to the eyes of everyone in the room) and then went on to do a rooster impression which got them all laughing...and cok-a-doodle-dooing all through dinner (much to Curt's delight). The thought of him falling asleep at 5:30pm (with no dinner) and then waking up at 3am starving and alert, was enough to get me to do an entire stand up farmyard impersonation show if need be!!! Thankfully, the rooster suficed.
Starting the work ethic early!They love to help out...so we're taking advantage of it!! Yes, it's messier, less efficient and we don't do it every night, but they must ask to be excused, must thank me for dinner and then at least must carry their plates over to the counter (although they usually try to throw them in the trash can. I guess that phase of using paper plates for every meal wasn't the brightest idea). This night they enjoyed 'washing' the dishes. We won't mention that it mostly involved squeezing the soapy water out of the sponge all over the counter...
Here is little Mackenzie...sweetly observing the craziness around her, like she normally does. Little does she know that within a few months, it's only going to get crazier. (I'm keeping my eye on her! I don't want her to get 'swept under the rug', for she is my child who won't demand attention, but silently wish for it).Christopher sticking Vinyl decals to the front door while Mackenzie watches the world go by outside. (we only provide first class, cutting edge entertainment here for our children!! Ha!)
Thanks again for stopping by. I am sure glad you did.