Or my eight-month-old might giggle, flashing the deep dimple in his cheek. My two-year-old will continuously pretend to burp and say “excuse me” for fifteen minutes while hiding behind the couch where our friends are sitting in my living room carrying on a serious adult conversation. It seems like every time someone questions the mental stability behind my desire to further our family, something happens to simply solidify my decision to have a few more babies. If the Lord sees fit to bless us with any number of children, He will surely provide the necessities to raise them. My babies are the eternal privilege not given to every one. And how would we pay for the groceries needed to feed all those little mouths? The more I think about it, the more I start to wonder if I should have stopped at one child.īut then I remember that these little ones are my legacy not my possessions or my home or my job. Can I handle the demands of more then two babies? Do I have the patience to tune out four or five shrieking voices? Will I be able to meet all their needs? Will I be able to keep three or four kids safe and healthy? Will I be able to keep them alive? And what about our house? It barely fits the four of us, let alone five or six of us.
Their doubt in my sanity causes me to second guess myself as a mother. “You are brave,” they will say, trying to backpedal. “And how do you expect to get three kids dressed and ready every morning without losing your mind?” they wonder aloud. “And having kids is expensive you know.” Thanks for the news flash, I think I spent $40 on diapers in the past week and a half. “How will you manage to ever have any alone time?” they ask. And her reaction is not uncommon I receive the same or a similar comment from almost everyone I work with and even some of my friends. As do almost every single one of my coworkers. She certainly has a right to her own opinion-she has two children of her own. She was referring to, of course, my desire to have more children. “You’re crazy.” She shook her head and tsk-tsked in disapproval. “You want more?!” My coworker looked at me incredulously.
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