Some of you have asked me if I would write about the transition in our family from having one child to having two children. I’ll be honest – I didn’t really want to write this. Mainly because I have friends who are pregnant with their second and I don’t want to scare the dooby out of them…and also because I have friends with like 8 kids and I know they’re going to laugh at me. But anyway, here goes. And remember, you asked for this.
Honesty: having one kid is super easy. I know those of you with one kid would disagree with me. I know, because I used to just have one and I thought it was rough. Now I’ve got two and I realize just how easy ONE was. Dude…there was ONE. Me versus Annie. I am bigger than her. I win (okay, so I win part of the time).
Now I’ve got TWO. Do you know what happens when you have two? I’ll tell you – they gang up on you. You are now outnumbered. They are partners in crime. They scheme about things to do when you’re on the potty…they have a friend. And when you have a friend, you scheme. I know because I have friends and we scheme. It’s what friends do.
But for real, I thought I had it all together…then my precious Andy arrived and my world turned upside down. Some days I can’t figure out how to go to the bathroom. And some days work so well that I can get everything cleaned, including my children, and dinner on the table…and still smile. And some days Barry comes home and I’m still in my PJs and I forgot to brush my teeth. Welcome home, honey!
I honestly struggled with the transition to two children. It’s hard. It was hard for me. I cried a lot. I still cry a lot. And guess what? Yes, I do want more kids. If I can’t handle two, how on earth can I handle more? I’ll tell you – the grace of God, that’s how. When I think I can’t make it through the day, I remember that His grace is sufficient for me. And sandwiches are sufficient for dinner.
Why having two is hard:
-I’m working with Andy and Annie decides to wash her hands in the toilet.
-I’m working with Annie and Andy decides to poop all over everything…EVERYTHING.
-I’m playing with both kids and Dottie (the dog) decides to poop in the basement. (Do you sense a poop theme?)
-I get both kids dressed, the house cleaned, and lunch made and I realize I haven’t taken a bath…in a few days
-I’m sleep deprived. Wait, what’s that smell?
Why having two is a BLESSING:
-I get two times the amount of smiles, hugs, and kisses
-I have two children to love
-I make memories on a daily basis
-I get to watch them grow up
-They say “I love you, Mommy.”
The blessings FAR outweigh the struggles, my friends. Far outweigh them. I hope I can have many children to multiply those blessings.
There are a few tricks I’ve got up my sleeve now…but I still don’t have it figured out. Just when I think I start to figure it out, we hit a new phase and I’m stupid again. Being a mom teaches me daily that I’m just a big dumbo. But I’m having fun being dumbo (no relation to the flying elephant).
-I wear Andy in the Ergo on my back to prepare dinner. Babywearing is where it’s AT when you have multiple children
-I can put Andy in the Bumbo in the bathroom while I take a shower and Annie watches a movie (yes, I do use the electronic babysitter…I’m cool with it)
-I make the most of Andy’s 30 minute naps (yes, 30 minutes…that’s the hardest part of this whole transition) by doing things I can’t do while holding him
-I make sure Annie has plenty of things to occupy her (coloring books, dress up clothes, etc.)
-I let Annie “help” me whenever possible
-I let them “play” together (see photo above) until someone starts screaming
-I get help from my blessed Mama who keeps Annie one day a week so I can go to the grocery store
-I put Annie in the bathtub…it works people, it works
So, those are my tips. Nothing earth shattering, huh? Two is hard…but the hard things are the most rewarding.
“3 Children are a heritage from the Lord,
offspring a reward from him.
4 Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
are children born in one’s youth.
5 Blessed is the man
whose quiver is full of them.”