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.