Sunday, August 24, 2008

Entry for February 09, 2007 ~ Family, pt. 2

My children are my life.
I have had this love affair for nearly 28 years, ever since I gave birth to my first-born son, Paul. And it continued through the birth of my second-born son, Stephen, when he darkened our doorstep nine years later.
In between the two boys, there were six girls ~ Mary, Theresa, Laura, Andrea, Clare, Julia.
I have counted to eight every night all this time; I still do. I worry, I fret. I love, I laugh. I carry the weight of their worlds on my shoulders and in my heart.
From the first time Paul sat with his father Michael in front of the portable TV in our room and watched his first baseball game ~ at the tender age of six months ~ all the way through Stephen's HS graduation this coming Spring...I have tried to be there for their coming-of-age events. Their homecomings, their report cards, their Sacraments.
All of it.
They were not always easy to take care of, as when Theresa was rushed to the emergency room with a 105.6 temperature and fever convulsions. Or when Paul dug four-foot-deep trenches all around the backyard and filled them up with hose water ~ funny now, not then!
There were times when I wanted to walk away from it all ~ I wanted to hide at my drawing table and lose myself in my Art. I needed to separate what I had for myself from what they were trying to give me. And then I would remember that what they were trying to give me was so much better than what I could ever have had without them in my life to share it!
Their runny noses, their scribbled pictures, their stories of who they would be if they could have a wish...these are the things of their childhoods.
Now that they are all grown, I see what they have become. I think back to the good days when they were all well-behaved, and yes, even to the not-so-good days when they weren't!
People are constantly telling us what a wonderful family we have. Mike and I didn't do this alone ~ we had God on our side. He promised us a long time ago that if we did His will and gave life to as many babies as He would care to send us, then He would see us through it. And He promised that we would be grateful to Him that we listened...that He would bless us with so much more than we could ever possibly have imagined, in the loving of our children and our life together with them in it.
And this He has done.
In spades.

1 comment:

~~JennD.'J.M.J.'~* said...

* Laura
Mom, I actually liked it when Paul dug up the backyard. It was like our swimming pool/mud bath treatment. When you think about it, it's actually your fault that happened... you're the one that always went outside to play in the dirt! :-P HAHA! Love you, mom! Love, Laura
Friday February 9, 2007 - 10:36am (EST)

* JennD
Remember Mrs. Whats-her-name in the kiddy-corner house telling me what a terrible mother I was? OMGosh...(blows a raspberry here) ~ love to you, kiddo! ~ Mom.xo
Friday February 9, 2007 - 08:37pm (EST)

* Kelly F
I loved this entry Jenn. Of course I've told you before I love it when you talk about how much your precious babies mean to you. Even if they aren't babies anymore...It points out the important things to me when *I* want to go hide somewhere. LOL!
-Kate
Friday March 23, 2007 - 12:00pm (PDT)

* JennD
Kate ~ Why is it that we don't seem to remember when our mothers wanted to hide from us, eh? :)
We were all such angels, weren't we? hehe...
Thursday March 29, 2007 - 10:15am (EDT)