A friend recently commented that whenever he reads my posts he gets the feeling that my life is completely frantic and full of frenzy, or something like that.....I thought about inviting him to trade places for a couple of days so he could see for himself, but decided to just try for calm instead. So, after I finish my deep breathing, I shall dedicate this post (that I wrote almost a week ago before the Renovation Storm hit our home and one thing after another has been piling up ever since, God help us all!) to him. Here it goes.....
How Many is Too Many?
This isn't going to be a rhetorical post on drinking too much, as the title might suggest (although that might not be too far off topic). I just wanted to share a funny story from church today. (And no, I am not implying that church and intoxication have anything at all in common....patience my dear reader, patience.)
Today during Sunday School the teacher asked the preschoolers how many kids were in their families. The three year old next to Solomon proudly answered:
"There are two kids in my family."
The teachers looked at Solomon and asked him how many kids were in his family.
"Too many," he replied.
While I can't argue with his answer, after all, there are days (or is it far too many moments in each and every day!....doh, scratch that.....calm, calm, deep calming breaths....) where I share the same sentiment, what Solomon fails to understand just yet is that he is in fact the "too" in our "many." Let's be honest: no one questioned our having the first one, two, or even three kids. Yes, a few people got a little concerned when we announced the fourth was on his way. But it wasn't until the fifth that the majority of people did one of three things: laugh, question our sanity, or question our understanding of basic biology. (And then there are those who did all three!)
But really, while it is our fifth child who inspired us (read: pushed us over the edge) to buy into a membership at the local wine store, it is also our fifth who leaves us questioning why we ever decided to stop having kids. (No, no, you do not need to remind me of the 'why' here.....we have no intention of reversing what has already been done....sheesh, you'd think I just announced we were planning another!) He is that kind of kid though; the kind you love more than you thought possible even though he is a complete disaster who wrecks havoc at least most of the time and in all situations possible. I think this is kind of how God must feel: Hey, look at the incredible chaos I created! I can't help but love it to pieces.....Now Eve, put down that fruit.....Adam, didn't I tell you not to.....Gaaaaah! Dang kids....
Or something like that.
p.s. I don't have an answer to the question "how many is too many" because some days, one feels like too many, while others, well wait, come to think of it, one is usually too many.....
Just kidding, just kidding. The answer is definitely 3. (No, no it isn't. But I bet the Old Woman would know....you know, the one living in the shoe....) Ok, I'll stop now.
(Wasn't this just oozing calm?! It was like a bucket of calm just got poured out over the page.....can't you just feel it?) Seriously. I'm done.
Have a great weekend, friends!
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