I still catch myself, in the middle of a normal weekend, turning to Dave and saying, “I can’t believe we have four boys. Isn’t that crazy?” Because seven months on from number four, it still takes time to sink in. The dial of life has been turned up several notches and there are times when I feel like I’m waiting to catch my breath. Somehow it stills seems surreal to me that I have been entrusted with the lives of these four boys.
And I know the phase we are in now is the intense total-hands-on stage. Intense. Total. Hands. On. My name gets called 550,000 times a day. There are multitudes of “He’s looking at me!”, ” He touched me!”, “My hot dog fell out of my bun!”, “Josiah spewed again!”, “I can’t find my other shoe!”, “I can’t sleep!”, “I am NOT changing my socks!”, “Josiah’s crying again!”, “I’m not going to ______”, and on and on. It takes a total of one hour and fifteen minutes to get out the door to go anywhere. And by the time we get out the door with tempers frayed we are wondering if wherever we are going is even worth it. We’re in the tag-team period where it’s either Dave OR me going out, sleeping in, having quiet space, but rarely both.
And yet it’s also the stage of lots of laughter, lots of cuddles, lots of crayon drawings given as gifts day in and day out. It’s the stage where our hearts swell with love as we spy on kids who are having moments of tenderness towards one another. It’s the phase of life where everything is loud, chaotic, demanding, and yet, somehow there’s this part of you that is aware of the fact that no matter how bothered you are by it now, you will miss it when it’s gone.
So as we enter into the last two weeks of summer holidays, I want to intentionally remind myself of who it is I have the privilege of mothering every day.
There’s my first-born Gabriel. Eight going on fourteen nine. He’s like a spring day where you can expect storms and sunshine all in the same 24 hours. Friends are super important to him and he is gaining freedoms as well as responsibilities. With a flair for the dramatic, he struggles to sit still when telling a good story. He is also highly relational and loves to have a chat with anyone who will listen.
Coming in a close second, we have Elijah. Seven. Life is mostly good for his guy most of the time. He is a curious soul with a fair dose of ants in his pants. He is kind, sensitive and mischievous all rolled in to one handsome package. Often when you talk to him, he has that faraway look in his eye and is most likely planning his next kingdom on Minecraft.
Dear, sweet little Benjamin. Three going on four. This guy is our little lovebug. He is the one who is most likely to be credited for softening his parents rough edges. Always ready with a cuddle and an “I love you so much” right when it is needed, he pays close attention to relational dynamics of the family. His sweetness and generosity has won many hearts over.
And our lucky, little last, Josiah. 7 1/2 months. He is the final piece of this family puzzle and has captured every one of our hearts in his short time with us. He is proving so far that he wants to keep up with his brothers: off the size charts for his age, eight teeth in seven months with more on the way, picking up finger food, and moving all over the floor. He is vocal, playful, focused and cheeky. We are smitten!