It touched me to think about the relationships they share & how blessed they all are to have each other... then shortly after that I ran across another picture, this time of my father & mother-in-love surrounded by 10 of their grandkids (8 of them being our children:). I paused again, a little overcome again by the blessing in those relationships.
Then a picture entered my mind of my husband & I later in life surrounded by our children. My heart just felt so full of love & joy that God had entrusted us with these precious souls & I wondered, what more could we ask for?
I mentioned in the last post how Jason & I went to the grocery store recently & were approached by a lady in the parking lot after, commenting how well-behaved our children were during our shopping experience & how she can't imagine handling more than her two children. Having 8 children in tow (& being 9 months pregnant with our 9th,) we tend to draw a little bit of attention to ourselves whenever we go out in public (for good & bad). I always wonder how to respond to the comments we get... wondering what I can say that would express the joy I have in being a mother to "so many" & how I would never choose to have it any other way (even though so many think we're "crazy":). But then, how do you possibly go into all the joy & fullness of life that comes with being a mother (even on the worst days) & explain that to someone in a short sentence or two (or three)??
When the lady spoke to me about our children's exemplary behavior, the first thing that came to mind was, "Seriously?" because I had felt myself get frustrated & noticed more than a few times they weren't *that* obedient. I decided against saying that though & it prompted me (again) to think about how I really wanted to answer.
If she were to get a second glace at our lives... come over & see the crazy mess in the backyard of wood, metal & junk (that the children thought they could put together to make an awesome fort;), or the pit they created more than a few summers ago to dig a tunnel to China that never quite made it there, or the jam-packed garage full of more junk (giant rocks for their "collection", more wood scrap just "in case" they want to build something & broken toys that they just can't seem to let go of), or the many holes in the walls of our house from the boys playing a *little* too hard, or the permanent marker (& crayon & pencil & chalk...) that decorate many of the walls, doors & floors of our home, or the rust that's been picked off the outside of our van by little fingers or even the headliner that's been ripped off the ceiling of our van... (I could go on & on:), I'm sure it would confirm in her mind that our lives are absolutely "crazy" & cause her to wonder why anyone would ever want *this*.
Some moments, that's all I see too. I see the mountain of dishes in the sink & the mountain in the next room of laundry to fold & put away. I see the baby in diapers & the toddler who just can't seem to "catch on" to potty training. I see the unswept (& hardly been mopped in how long?) floor & crumb-covered counters. I see all the bills & another picture frame broken while the children play. I see the beads of the necklace I *just* bought with a gift card from my birthday scattered all over the floor because the 4 yr old wanted to play with it... (again, I could go on & *on*).
It's easy to see the broken, the mess... the chaos in life. It's easy to focus on all the negative... the challenges of life & the struggle of the day to day with all that has to be done.
Several evenings ago Jason & I had the *rare* privilege of going out to dinner & a movie *completely & totally* alone. There were no little fingers grabbing for the food on my plate & no one to keep occupied while I tried to have a conversation with my husband. I was able to focus on the movie & enjoy holding Jason's hand without interruption. We came home to a quiet house & were able to indulge in strawberries & cheesecake I had bought (& we didn't have to share!:) It was a wonderful treat. At the same time, when we picked up 6 of our children the next morning, I was beyond thrilled to see them & hug them again! I was looking forward to the other 2 coming home later that afternoon & didn't (in any way) long for the peace & quiet I had enjoyed the night before. In fact, I had trouble sleeping (in part because of the caffeine I had over dinner, but also) because of the intense silence of a house with no children! I was thankful for the break (don't get me wrong,) but I was also reminded of how very grateful I am for all that God has given to us.
I have to be honest. Though I've had rough moments & days & weeks, there isn't a single time that I have thought "I wish we didn't have all these kids". There isn't a single one I would want to send back. :) As rough as this life can be at times, I am in awe at the fact that God has so graciously given us so very much! As I see the twins getting older & offering to make me breakfast with my eggs runny because I "like it that way", I have to sigh & smile, because I see the fruit of our labor of love in their lives. :) I am so far from being a perfect (let alone "good") parent! Becoming a mother has shown me just how selfish, unloving, impatient... unkind I am (though I know I thought otherwise before we had them:). I've said over & over what a refining experience mothering has been in my life!
Now having had so much time to think over what my response will be the next time I face someone like the woman in the parking lot (in awe that we can keep so many little ones in line, like we're actually keeping them in line anyway,) I think I know what I will say. I'll tell her something I'm sure she already knows. I'll tell her that being a mother is a challenging & refining process, whether you have 1 child or 9. Then I'll ask her a question, "At what other time in life, though, does God give you the privilege of having such a significant & indelible impact on another soul as you do when you're a mother?" I'll tell her that I'm not so great of a mother just because my children are obeying *for now*- I just love my children the best I can, teach them God's Word & pray for His grace to fill in the many gaps.
I hope it helps her to see how *vitally important* her presence is in her own child(ren)'s lives. I pray that she understands that she can't be a loving, "good mom" of her own strength but that God is here to guide & help her. I hope she is aware that she is going to make mistakes (& that I make mistakes!) & that, as long as we have another breath, there is always time to do better because God's grace is sufficient. I pray that she knows she is deeply loved by Jesus Christ (& all that He has done for her) & that He can teach her to be the mother she longs to be.
I pray that all of you mothers reading this know these things & realize (no matter how much you feel inadequate for this task,) that God has chosen you to be your child's mother & He has given you all that you need to do a great job at it- & that is enough.