It Doesn’t Feel Like A lot to Me.

This is going to sound ridiculous, but there are moments that I don’t feel like I have a lot of kids.  Right now at our house, there are three boys on bicycles outside riding in laps where I can see them, one small girl doing a puzzle quietly, one larger girl practicing her dance routines, one almost Kindergartener playing with a neighbor, one small boy illustrating his comic, and one tiny Chinese baby peacefully asleep.  In the background, you can hear a geriatric beagle snoring.

It’s not loud here.

My house isn’t a mess.

Overall, there isn’t chaos.

It’s days like these when I feel invincible, when I think I could do this for another child or two that needs us.  Soon, the noise will kick up a notch, someone will step on something that belongs to someone else, trauma will rear its ugly head, and I’ll feel like I can’t do this for the eight I’ve already got.

So, for now, I’m going to soak it in and love the moment.

who lives for days like this.

2 thoughts on “It Doesn’t Feel Like A lot to Me.

  1. I love those moments. Wish I could orchestrate them whenever I want them, but they seem to be kind of organic and happen when I least expect them. (Maybe that’s even better.)

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