We are parents to nine children. It wasn’t planned, it just happened. My husband brought two children into our marriage, and then we had three home-made babies. Oh, my goodness, I remember those days. Three babies…all two years apart. I used to pray daily asking God to bless me with more patience, and that’s when I discovered that God has quite the sense of humor. In my mind, I figured he would just plop some extra patience onto my plate as I slept and I’d wake to find the “new” me. This isn’t exactly what happened, in fact, it’s nowhere even close!
God sent us Tim …. three and a half years old but functioning on a 6 -12 month old level. Though he could sit, and he could roll, he hadn’t learned to crawl and certainly not walk. He was being spoon-fed by his caretaker, in diapers, and had mastered less than a dozen single words. First of all, let me say I was head-over-heals in love with this little boy but there were challenges. Without even realizing what was happening, I was changing. My patience levels were increasing if for no other reason than simple survival, but I wasn’t just surviving, I was thriving! I learned to keep commitments to a minimum, to lower my daily expectations , to be ready to scrap the best of plans if needed without any resentment, to “go with the flow” letting each day unfold as it may. If I must say so myself, patience was quite becoming on me!
I guess God figured he’d test my patience once more, on a much grander level this time, when he sent Kayla. The most adorable baby imaginable … 18 months old but it was if Kayla’s little nervous system was raw and exposed to the elements. She was easily overwhelmed (hypersensitive) by sounds, touch, and tastes. I hadn’t seen tantrums to this extent EVER! But ever true to His word, God taught me how to provide the trust this little one needed and my patience once again soared. I like to think that angels carried me through the next two years because in looking back, I can’t imagine how I survived the test.
Larry and Brianna (our last home-made child)
followed and our family was complete completed our family. (Sorry but this was edited in response to comments below) We’ve had our fair share of challenges but we weathered the storms and enjoyed the smooth sailing that came between each one. We aren’t a perfect family but we are family. And a pretty darn good one, if I say so myself.