I have four kids. two boys and two girls-- 9, 8 6 and 5 years old. I know, I know. I've been teased about it by friends and family-- that I am such a fertile sow. At one point, I was rather embarrased and get very defensive when people comment on my so called "productivity". But later on, I stopped minding. I am even actually proud of it. Yeah. Who cares what other people think? So what if I have more kids, so what if Im on my way to making my own basketball team?
Looking at my brood, I think about the miracle of having them. The magic of realizing life is in my womb, to the painful laboring of bring them to the world. Its been so long yet the memories still remain fresh in my mind. Every child is different, each one special. And each child is a diffrent experience altogether. Precious. I thank God that I am four times blessed and I pray everyday that I will be given the strength, courage and patience to be always kind and loving to them. Mind you, raising four kids ain't that easy. Its like living in a warzone everyday, every minute. My kids are bigger now and each one has a personality to match mine. I love them so much but dealing with their energy and demands really tests my strength and patience. They are strong enough to trigger negotiations and even shouting matches. Crazy, noisy, even a big pain at times but I love them anyway. Being a parent is a real tough job but I love it more than anything. Precious.
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