During the week I am blessed to be able to care for a friends daughter while she works with at-risk women and children as a social worker. It’s been an especially eye-opening experience regarding the comments I have received from strangers when I (rarely) venture out of the house with a 3 year old, 16 month old, and 5 month old. From the well-meaning, “You sure have your hands full,” to the not so well-meaning “Aren’t you aware of the issues with population control,” I have become painfully aware of how our society values children.
My favorite response to the, “You sure have your hands full,” comment is to reply with, “Yes, I do. Full of blessings.” Most of the time the initiator of the comment just gets a confused look on their face and smiles and walks away. I also like to say sometimes, “Yes I do. Isn’t it wonderful!” I know these responses seem a little “church-y,” but they really are my heart speaking. The Bible makes it very clear that children are a gift from God, yes our culture would lead you to believe otherwise. In this day when women kill their children in utero so they don’t have to take a semester off of college, or where having more than 2 children makes you “ignorant to the issues of over population,” being seen in public with three small children seems to be an invitation for comment. Spending your time raising little ones speaks volumes in a culture like ours that values comfort and convenience over all else.
I wouldn’t have it any other way, you know. The noise, the chaos, the tears, the wrestling, the arguing, and the picky eating are a small price to pay to know that I am reaching lives and raising world changers for Christ. I don’t take it lightly, this parenting thing. There are times where I am painfully aware of my short fallings as a mother and it grieves me. I think one of my most amazing things about raising children is the way it has given me an ever so fuzzy look into the way that God sees me and loves me. And if for that only, I am so thankful for this short season of my life that God has me in. While there are days where the crying gets to be more than I can process and the rice has been spilled from the panty for the 4th time, I choose to believe what so many older moms have told me, that these are the “best days of my life.”
And, now, some pictures of Marin, because she’s so stinkin cute!!