I have 3 active and impulsive little boys, the older two whom are exactly like their daddy, which is what I always wanted. The older 2, at least, are kinesthetic learners, a type that isn't often understood well in today's society. I've given up being the mom whose kids don't make a scene. Pretty much anywhere we go, except maybe the beach, we make a scene. Even there, with their bright red hair, and courage in the ferocity of the ocean, we draw attention, but at least that is generally positive.
I have 2 jobs, even though they are part time. They take up whatever extra resources mentally and physically I might have had left. I've stopped trying to do crafts on my days off. I don't spend hours in the kitchen.
I find satisfaction in my work. I appreciate the opportunity to use my brain in different and challenging ways, and other than the stress of childcare on sick days, I don't mind that I work a little now.
I've given up trying to make the house look cute. Even most of the pictures that I had framed on the walls are in various broken stages at this point.
We try to avoid food dyes and too much sugar. But we don't spend the money to eat organic. We simply have other priorities for taking care of our children. We are quite fortunate to be able to all of us eat and so I am happy and grateful for that, instead of always feeling guilty about it.
Most kids give you trouble at bedtime, but end up going to bed.
None of them are still nursing, so whether you never breastfed or whether you nursed until they were 3, no one really talks about it anymore.
And so, having 3 children has been so much more fun than having one. I've really truly enjoyed Greystoke's babyhood. He's just now starting to pull up on things, whereas my other 2 were pretty much running by this point, and I am not at all bothered by that. He's quiet, and doesn't say much, though he follows commands easily, and I have no doubt about his intelligence.
Greystoke isn't either.
And that shakes me up a little, because I know that getting too comfortable is growth stunting, and so I'm expecting some form of shake-it-up in the near future.
And Jesus and I have been working on this together lately in the few quiet moments I can steal away to think.