Mar 26, 2015
I really cannot put into words how happy I am to have Britt from The Fisk Files posting here today! If you aren't reading her blog and marveling at her photography, then I'm not really sure what you're doing on the internet. Britt is one of the first bloggers I connected with when I started blogging, and I just absolutely love her writing and following along with her beautiful family. I could go on and on, trust me. But I am typing with one hand while breastfeeding, and my fingers are cramping, so I will let her do her thing...
I am so happy to be sharing on Kelsey's little place in the www today! Kelsey's one of those blog friends who I feel like I know and have known...and who I'd love to hang out with someday. I think we can all agree, it would be great to grab a cup of coffee with her, go on a bit of a shopping spree or even join her in some of those amazing Alaskan vintage stores she's posted about before. Until then, I'll just happily sit behind a computer screen and pretend :)
Honestly, when Kelsey announced that she was expecting number four, I was elated! To say I love babies is an understatement. I have four and would love more, so we'll see what God has in store.
On that note, though, not everyone is on the same page about family size...and that might have been the hardest transition when we went from three to four.
See, we live out on a ranch, and life is fairly simple. Fairly is the key word. I don't have a ton of clothing stores or coffee shops nearby, nor can I find many babysitters to help out if I need to run errands during the day. BUT, I'd be lying if I said I don't get a pedicure every now and then, enjoy online shopping a bit more than I should, and get caught up in the less-than-simple ways of life more often than not.
It's just that we live outside of town and our life isn't glamorous in the typical sense of the word. We drive two hours one way to get to our main doctors, and that's where Target is, too :) So, while driving that far to get anywhere can be a pain, it's also nice. Instead of Target, we see this...
I'm not tempted to leave the house much. And, personality-wise, I'm not sad about that very often. All of that to say, sometimes I think my transition from 3 to 4 kids (or even from 2-3) can be a bit easier than most. I have nowhere to be or many distractions calling my name.
Sure, there are more people needing me. There are more interruptions. There is more noise, chaos, fighting, crying, etc. There are probably more times I just want to scream (and sometimes do!) and pull my hair out.
But, four children have also brought me more joy. A lot more joy.
What if we would have stopped at Carter? We wouldn't have Peter and his determination.
We wouldn't be entertained by funny John Paul all day long.
And we wouldn't know the sweetness of having a girl.
Which brings me to the most difficult transition...that of knowing other people didn't necessarily share our joy. People were ecstatic when we announced I was pregnant with my first. Joy accompanied Peter's announcement too. But, when John Paul came 2.5 years after Carter, we didn't receive quite the same reaction...
"Do you know what causes that?"
"Do you have a TV?"
"When will you stop?"
"Don't you know they cost money?"
I'm sure some of the comments were meant to just be funny. And, I know some people genuinely want to know if we would like more. Others really don't know how I "do it all."
But, I'd like to go run errands in town without wide eyes upon me. I'd like to not feel embarrassed or worried when announcing another pregnancy. I would like to not feel like the weird one simply because we are open to more life.
I know part of this is my own insecurity. My pride gets in the way of many things. But deep down, as we make our decision to let God bless us with the children he sees fit, I would just like others to know that we welcome each one with indescribable joy. They are not a burden to us. Our hearts overflow with love for each tiny life placed in our hands.
And, I wish each and every person, before making a comment could taste just a tiny bit of that joy. Then, I think they would be a bit more supportive, too.
If we're ever blessed with more, I will be more ready for misunderstanding and for words quickly said but not often thought through. I will let it go...knowing that the decision to bring one more miracle into the world is not ours alone, and that child undoubtedly has a purpose in our life...even if it means driving a giant van!
Will we transition from 4 to 5? Who knows! But, if so, I'll be ready :)