I am trying to write at least one blog a day....I feel like this blog is my diary, i write down what i am feeling and thinking and once i do, i leave it here and move on with my life.
Today's blog will be about my 5 children. For the last month in a half i have been thinking about my 5 children, what people's opinions are of me. I can hear the comments in my head "Don't you know how to use protection?" "Have you ever considered adoption?" "Wow, 5 kids, that's a lot, i hope you are prepared". buuuuut luckily i have a wonderful mother and a wonderful friend who've helped me look at my situation a little differently.
Yes, i have 5 kids, although one little nugget is on it's way, i technically am a mother of 5 children. My friend Andrea grew up in a family of 8 kids, she was the third out of eight and she herself wants to have at least 6 kids because she loved growing up with so many siblings. She says " We had a blast there was always someone to play with or someone to talk to. There were lots of people that I knew loved me. I never needed anyone except my siblings. We traded bedrooms and roommates each year. Every summer we would trade and live somewhere else with a different sister"
My mother also grew up in a family full of 8 children. She has told me many of times how much she loved growing up with so many siblings. My mother was the youngest of 8 and looooooved being the baby of so many siblings.
I am NOT shooting for 8 nuggets, in fact i am tying my tubes after this one but the point is, yes i have 5 children but they will always have each other, tons of memories together, friends in school, shoulders to cry on, and always someone to play with. I look at my big beautiful family as something pretty special, because no matter what....I'll always have them! :)
I'm a mother of five and a proud grandma, sharing honest thoughts, heartfelt moments, and reflections from the beautiful, messy, and meaningful journey of everyday life. This is where I put feelings into words, one post at a time.
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