These pictures are just a fractional representation of my children's growing up years!
Not all of my children are represented.
Many years ago, I met a friend, Colleen, at the library for the summer story time. Between the two of us we had 9 ½ children under the age of 9. As the older children sat and listened to the story, told by the librarian, Colleen and I were running in different directions. We were both chasing toddlers. I was comforting a tired baby, refereeing arguments between the older kids, changing diapers, trying to cover up the wet marks on the front of my shirt because the nursing pads didn’t absorb well, keeping the toddler from ripping up the library books, and basically having a “mother of many small children” moment. As Colleen came walking toward me with sweat dripping off her face, 6 months pregnant, and wrestling a squirming 18 month old, she said, “Remember, Connie, if we are really good, and follow all the commandments and do all we should do, we can do this FOREVER!”
When I think back on that event, it seems like only yesterday.
It may seem strange, but, there are times I’d like to go back to those days. I hear nursing pads are more absorbent and there’s air conditioning in the library!
I’m glad families are forever!