Sarah is a mother of four. A childbirth educator. A doula. A photographer. A freelance writer too. Leisurely Sunday drives are her thing. Music up. Heart open. Soul alive. She believes life is a trip and welcomes you to come ride shotgun for awhile. Find her blogging at The Sunday Spill.
I know. For some people the idea of having a big family–FOUR CHILDREN, THE HORROR–is the stuff of nightmares. Add to that the four said children were all born within five years of each other (but just barely) and–woah, it must be pure hell. My life, that is. I simply must be one hair pluck away from baldness, disease, and despair.
Because I mean, the noise level in our home? The messes? The laundry? The squabbling? Whining? Disciplining? The hoopla involved in JUST WALKING OUT THE DOOR to go [insert any destination, even if it's our own backyard].
You’re imagining the amount of energy it must take to run this joint, steer my ship, hold down our fort. You are probably imagining the immensity of my situation. Perhaps you’re feeling trapped under the weight of so many responsibilities.
Well, please don’t. Don’t bother imagining any of that. And hey you. Come out from under there. Relax some. Remember to breathe.
Because I’ll tell you this. It’s alright if you feel that way. Being the mama to a large brood isn’t for everyone. I realize that. I would never go out and recruit for this position. It does require a certain kind of person.
And I’m not talking a certain kind of CERTIFIED CRAZY person either. Though my husband might tell you the jury is still out on me.
When people say I don’t know how you do it I know they sometimes mean I don’t know why you’ve chosen to do this and that’s okay. I can see their side.
I do love being a mama to my four. The only thing I can say in real defense is that I always saw myself with a big family and being a mama to many. It’s just something I wanted out of my life. Some days I’m perfectly fine with the noise, the mess, the squabbles, the whining, the disciplining, and all the hoop hoop hoopity hoopla that comes with the territory. Some days I’m not. Not at all.
And that’s how it goes.
I once saw a quote by Marcelene Cox and thought well that’s pretty damn perfect. That’s pretty much why I choose to look at life with my family of six as our heaven below, instead of our hell.
This is that quote:
Parents are often so busy with the physical rearing of their children that they miss the glory of parenthood, just as the grandeur of the trees is lost when raking leaves.
Rearing four little kids is draining. Physically, emotionally, mentally draining. But, my God. What if I only held onto that thought? I would miss out on so much. I would miss out on the gifts of joy my children offer me every day. (And they do give me reason to smile every day.)
The glory and the grandeur. The beauty all around me. So many lessons to learn from my Leo, my Gus, my Matilda, and my Oscar.
So many, many moments to enjoy.
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