If I were paid for everytime I heard the comment "You sure have your hands full!", I'd be a rich woman and thoughts of future college tuition bills wouldn't be so terrifying.
Still, I was taken aback when a woman approached our pew Sunday morning, our brood trying to get out those last wiggles before the service began. As she walked past, she said with a smile, "You are so blessed!"
Sure there are tantrums and tears; Mother's Day lunches that involve discussions on the relative differences between diarrhea and vomit and the numerous synonyms for the latter; there are unpleasant tasks like discipline and nights when sleep eludes us. But, as Babar so wisely tells Celeste, "Truly it is not easy to bring up a family.... But how nice the babies are! I wouldn't know how to get along without them any more."
Sons are a heritage from the Lord,
children a reward from him.
Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
are sons born in one's youth.
Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them.
They will not be put to shame when they contend with their enemies in the gate.
Psalm 127 3:5
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