Last week my husband and I went to church with just us and the baby. It felt so....young. Honestly, going to church with four kids is something of a production and this was just so stinking EASY. The baby is 9 months old and has been babbling for a while now.
Her words include:
buster (the dog's name)
baba (for brother)
But of course- not, mama.
However, as we sat there in church she looked at me and finally said, "mama mama mama mama."
It was a good day.
I actually burst into tears, I was so happy.
Sure, I came in after the dog (twice technically) but finally, she had said it. My name. Mama.
It just reminded me how much you love each and every one of your babies. I think sometimes people look at bigger families and wonder how a mother or father can give as much, even love them all the same.
But I can tell you that you do. Everything they do is just as exciting. Every milestone is a triumph. It is ALWAYS a joy to watch a child learn and grow, even if you have seen it a few times before in another child.
I will admit that life is different with more children. We have spent the last two weeks with a killer flu making the rounds and I can only describe the experience as pure hell. Really. Hellish. (If anybody is listening, I think it is totally unfair that mothers and children get sick. What is the point of that? More dirty floors? More laundry? I don't see it.)
So killer illness does make having lots of kids somewhat more difficult, but it doesn't mean you love them any less.
I love my first baby. I love my last baby. I love my babies.