I am a mother of seven children, currently. I know the face you just made when you read that – I see it pretty often. It’s a wonderful, busy, chaotic life that we lead. And I love it. But some days I worry that I’m falling short. Some of my kiddos come with extra, intensive needs. They require more time and attention just to function normally. Others are so extremely healthy and well-adjusted, that it would be really easy to let their needs fall to the wayside in the everyday.
I try to be intentional about spending time with everyone and paying attention to everyone’s moods and personalities. Some days I feel like I’m rocking it. Others, I feel like I’m completely missing the mark. Do my kids get enough of me? Do they know and feel that they are each so incredible?
At the finalization of our last adoption, the state closed our home for further foster placements, since we have exceeded the number of kids allowed in one home. Our case worker was here talking about the logistics of closing, and my oldest son Gavrel (who is six) overheard the conversation.
He asked, “Mom, why won’t they give us any more kids?”
“Because the state thinks we have enough kids in our family, and more would be too many.”
“Why do they think that?”
“They’re just afraid that if there are more of you here, then Mommy and Daddy won’t be able to pay enough attention to everyone the way you need.”
Gavrel looked thoughtfully into his lap for a minute, then turned his face back to me.
“But mom, they’re wrong. You can.”
I’m not sure I’ve ever received a more meaningful vote of confidence.