Children teach us so much. When I had my first child, I began
to better understand how incredibly much God loves me. I know He loves me
infinitely more than I love my kids. But, to love my own child is a love I
can’t express. It must be experienced to be understood.
I’ve been a mommy for a long time - twenty-three years,
actually. I’ve been pregnant for 6 years of my life. I’ve nursed babies for 16
years of my life. I’ve homeschooled for 19 years and I have 12 to go. I’ve
spent over 100 hours in labor and rejoiced as I brought each child into the
world. I’ve kissed boo boos, held sick kids through the night, danced in the
rain, searched frantically for a pacifier, laughed, cried, spent time in urgent
care, celebrated over 100 birthdays, sniffed newborns, played hide and seek
with a little person in plain sight, been thrown up on, pushed kids on swings,
taught kids to read, felt like a failure, watched their face light up when they
really understand 1s, 10s and 100s, graduated young adults from high school, responded
innumerable times to “Mommy, watch me!”, been hugged by chubby toddler arms, wondered
if I’m teaching them enough, walked and bounced countless hours trying to make
baby happy, rejoiced with a child when they accomplished something new,
forgotten to pack diapers in the diaper bag, leaked breastmilk all over my
shirt for months on end, enjoyed a newborn cry, endured a newborn cry, delighted
in baby laughter, taught kids not to whine, peed with an audience, showered
with an audience, tickled tiny knees, played one too many rounds of Candyland,
had my lap filled with kids of all ages and sizes, been discouraged, been
encouraged, been drained and been rejuvenated, all because I am filled with an
inexplicable love for these people who started out doing nothing more than
eating, sleeping, crying and pooping and are in the process of growing up -
each into a unique creation, each one so different and each one so awesome.
All those experiences and so much more, the good and the
bad, have taught me numerous lessons and made me the person I am today. Being a mommy is hard
work. It requires a constant giving of yourself. I’ve found that I wished I
balanced just a little bit more of taking care of me, mostly because I’m
overweight and out of shape…and I wish I’d spent a few more hours scrapbooking.
And, I think a little more hubby and me time would have been good. But, that’s
about it. I don’t wish I’d spent more time mopping the floor or drilling math
facts or diagramming sentences or going shopping or going out with my friends
or dusting the furniture or running the kids to endless activities. I do wish
I’d spent more time enjoying the moment, because, those moments are fleeting.
I am thankful for all the minutes, hours, days and weeks
I’ve had with these children. And, I am thankful for the support and sacrifice
of my husband, Jim. He works hard to support us so I can stay home with the
kids and we can have the freedom to homeschool. Mostly, I am thankful that God
blessed me with the knowledge of Him and has allowed me to share His eternal
values with my family, my heritage.
Missi – MOMYS to 7, plus 5 bonus kids