When I started blogging, I never imagined I’d make “friends” with someone living miles away! But, today’s guest blogger became just that–my bloggy-friend! It’s Mellisa from Getting All My Ducks in a Row!
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Are they all mine?
Polite answer: Yes.
What I am thinking:
This one cracks me up. I really want to answer back with a sarcastic no and say they just started following me around in the parking lot. Say I can’t understand why they keep asking me to pay for their stuff. Or better yet – say I found that one, stole that one, that one is actually mine and the other was hitch hiking.
You must have your hands full! How do you do it?
Polite answer: One day at a time.
What I am thinking: Well I can’t put them back.
When I was young I knew that I wanted to have a big family. I wanted to have 6 children…that was before I actually had a one and knew that I would have to scale that number back by a couple. While having lots of kids can certainly be a handful – they are loud, crazy and wild at times – but they provide endless laughter, love and pride in my heart.
But what I was also thinking about were the long term effects of having multiple children.
I have provided myself with constant company – even when unwanted like in the bathroom.
I firmly believe that what I teach my children can change the world. With each generation we are passing on our beliefs and values – my children will leave my home with a sense of dignity, humility and the belief that a person is a person no matter how big, small, color, race or gender. They will also leave with a sense of purpose to right things they see wrong – to help those who need it and be the change they want to see in the world.
Having 4 kids should also make me Grandma many times over, provide entertainment at Thanksgiving with their drama, and more people to wipe my ass and keep me out of a nursing home.
One thing that I am not asked is when are we having more. While I am completely finished having children I still get that “one more wouldn’t be so hard” feeling when seeing Dads carrying car seats with tiny little feet poking out of the end, women in their 3 trimester, and tiny heads laying on shoulders.
But then like clock work one of my rowdy bunch comes in complaining about some in justice that was imparted upon them by a sibling and I know that my hands really are full with these 4 children that are all mine.
~ Mellisa, Getting All My Ducks in a Row
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Cute post, Mellisa!
Sidenote: When I first opened this blog, I was all confused to see Mellisa’s photo on Chrissy Mac’s page. It took me a long second to catch on
I only have two kids (so far), but people still say “You have your hands full!” when I’m out running errands.
I typically respond by either saying, “Full of good things!” or “I wouldn’t have it any other way!” – with a big smile on my face.