You have how many kids?
Yes, you heard me correctly, six. Five boys and a beautiful baby girl. My husband has four boys from a previous marriage and I have a boy from a previous marriage. When Jason and I got married we rolled the dice and decided to have one of our own. God blessed us with a girl and boy did he know what he was doing. She has been the emulsifier to our blended family.
To most people six kids sounds like a nightmare, and I’m not going to lie, there are days I feel like I’m trapped in a nightmare. No, I don’t mean I hate my life but a mom can only stand a clogged toilet smell so many times. With five growing boys you can do the math on how often that happens at our house. Luckily for me I love the chaos. I love hearing the boys laughing together upstairs, even if that means it sounds like the ceiling is going to cave in. I love dinner time discussions when all the boys tell me their rose and thorn of the day (best part and worst part). I love how the boys treat their little sister like royalty. Often caving in to whatever she wants. Her laughter, her chubby legs and her rotund belly running after her brothers to either mimic whatever they are doing or to get their attention to show them something.
I’m not going to lie, there are days when I feel overwhelmed. There are days when the house is a mess, I haven’t showered in two days and that damn toilet is clogged again. The laundry grows exponentially, the pantry empties almost as fast as I fill it, the floor I just swept somehow has crumbs all over and the clean sink is now filled with dishes. Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one who goes through this, like my kids are the only kids in the world who have some sort of aversion to putting dishes in the dishwasher.
But there are the good days… The days where everyone gets along, everyone plays together and no one fights. The days where no reminder is made to be nice, take turns and don’t throw a fit. The days where the kids laugh until bed time and they say “I love you” first and tell you what an amazing day they had. The days where the laundry doesn’t seem that daunting and the kids took out the trash without being asked. The days where EVERYONE eats what I made for dinner! The days where I feel like I’m doing something right.
For me, motherhood can be summed up in one word – rollercoaster. Because I’ve learned whether you’re a step parent or a bio parent, whether you have one kid or six, we all go through the ups and downs. The moments where our hearts shatter from sadness or our heart is about to burst from happiness. I’ve learned that I need to stop comparing myself to other moms and just realize that I’m doing the best I can. I’m learning to enjoy the ride – whether today is the day I am white knuckled holding on or the day that my hands are in the air with joy. One day I’m gonna look back and realize just how precious every moment was.
Let’s remember to build each other up, mommas. We are the only ones who can truly understand each other.