In a few months, I will cross the midway point of my thirties. By many accounts I should be lamenting this age and the loss of my “youth,” but instead I keep thinking about how young I’ll be when my youngest graduates from high school (50 in case you were curious).
I was a month shy of 23 when I had my oldest, and just shy of 32 when I had my youngest. Each time I went in for a doctor’s appointment with L (my youngest), when I would chit chat with a cashier, and when I arrived at the hospital the number one question I was asked was, “Is this your first?” I would smile, laugh a little, and reply with, “Nope! My fourth BOY!” The shock and horror that often replaced the inquiring faces was often followed with the statement, “Wow! You must have your hands full!” And followed by, “I can’t even imagine.”
Ummm…thanks? I didn’t ask you to, and I don’t need you to because it’s my reality. My life is crazy, and yes, when I found out I was having boy number four I cried inside a little, but not because I was having another boy, but rather because I wasn’t having a girl. Let me explain. I LOVE my boys, I wouldn’t trade them for anything, and I KNOW boys. After two you’re kind of an expert. The thought of having a girl terrified me. And this is where I saw God’s divine providence. They were tears of joy. I AM A BOY MOM.
Life is definitely busy, but I can honestly say my hands aren’t any “fuller” now than when I only had two kids. The two that were babies at the same time are now older kids who can help. I only have one toddler and the other three are in school. In fact, in another year I’ll have a *gulp* teenager. Woah! I think it’s safe to say that the days of “having my hands full” are yet to come. I mean let’s be real, I’m going to have three teenagers at. the. same. time. Three teenage boys who already have insatiable appetites, who will need uniforms washed, will need to get to practices, will be learning to drive, will want to date…you get the picture.
Then again, it really won’t be much different than it is now! 😉
So I guess my hands are full. But you know what? Full hands mean an overflowing heart. That is invaluable and it’s all I need to worry about.
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