I read a story, many years ago, on the internet about a woman who was snuggling her baby in a church meeting. An older woman came up to her and asked, "Is this your first?"
The mother laughed and said, "No, it's my 11th, but it's my first 'Hayden'."
As a young mother to just one, that story deeply impressed me, especially since I couldn't imagine loving anyone the same or as much as I loved my one and only Henry.
And now, as a mother of four, I can attest to the truth of it: each baby is worth loving as much as the first.
Because each baby is a person. As Dr. Suess mused, "A person's a person, not matter how small!" A person and a child of God. He knows their name. And He loves them like that mother loved her 11th baby. As an individual.
I only pray to make sure my children each know of my (and their daddy's) individual love for them, exactly as they are, regardless of whether they are first or fourth, second or third.
I also read recently of a woman receiving a lot of crap from friends and family for having her THIRD baby (mind-boggling!).
In an effort to put it in perspective, her father said to her, "You will never regret having another child."
I don't know, but I think...I hope it's true.
That I will never regret having another child.
And I will love our fifth baby as deeply and fully as I love my first, second, third and fourth.
We are so thankful to have been blessed with the opportunity to make room for another little one.
I know people will judge us. I know people will scoff.
I'm not sayin' 20 babies are in our future. But I will have the babies meant for our family.
Right now? That means we're expecting our newest mid-August.
|From Drop Box|
Because yes, my hands are full.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.