Growing up in a large family, 6 kids to be exact, life was always busy. I am the oldest of the 6 kids, followed by 3 sisters, a half brother and lastly a half sister. There were good days and bad days, days you wanted to pull someone’s hair for taking the last juice box and days you couldn’t imagine being a single child. As we grew older, so did the relationships – something that cannot be described because it is that great. I now have a different view of that sibling love, and it is that of a mother.
Becoming a mother.
Ryleigh is my first born. She was the one who first made me a mother, and my heart couldn’t stop fluttering at the mere sight of her. Then seven months later, I was pregnant again. I wasn’t quite sure how things would be as a mother of two kids so close in age. Would I be able to share my love between the two? Would they each know how much I truly love them and that they are both special?
These are a few of the questions that popped into my head as I prepared for Brady’s grand entrance into the world. Brady was born on September 5th, and everything I had worried about just disappeared. My heart already knew what to do … it just stretched some more. As I looked into my son’s eyes for the first time, I knew I loved him just as much as my first born. Then that love surprised me again.
When that love grows.
We got comfortable back at the house with our newborn and the new big sister. I had Brady in the swing as I tried to get whatever laundry I could folded (putting clean laundry up was at the bottom of the list those days). I started to hear Ryleigh sing. I turned around to find her standing next to Brady, singing to him and of course, trying to help the swing go a little faster. That feeling I had in the hospital the first day they were both born, yea it was nothing compared to this sight. My heart was so happy watching the love Ryleigh had for her little brother it felt like it would burst. This sight was so beautiful.
The love they had for each other continued to grow the older Brady got and the more they were able to interact with each other. Of course, it wasn’t and isn’t always sunshine and rainbows with those two. They still fight and aggravate each other. But oh how they love one another. It was just Ryleigh and Brady for the next 4 years, until our third child was born.
After finding out I was pregnant with my third, I read every article on what to expect going from one child to two and then two to three. All of these described how difficult of a transition it would be going from two to three since parents could no longer “team up.” This scared me a little. Who am I kidding? It scared me a lot. I was not a woman with extra extremities or Gadget extending arms.
Mother of 3 Kids.
How was I going to juggle a family with 3 kids? Let me tell you; it didn’t matter once Chloe arrived. As soon as I saw that sweet, beautiful face for the first time, my worries disappeared. The love among the three of them is indescribable. It pretty much outweighs any difficulty that comes with having three children and being outnumbered. Do I still wish for those extra extremities or Gadget arms? Yes I do!
If you ever are contemplating having three children and the only thing holding you back is the fear of it being difficult, just know that the love they will share outweighs any bad day!