so after my previous
"I'm okay, they are okay" blog post...
I realized I may be giving people an unrealistic view
of how things really are
over here in Chrissy-ville.
Please don't hear me saying I'm tripping over glittery unicorns
and blinded by the rainbows in my face all day long.
This is 12 kids.
Babycakes, this would be hard under normal,
But add to it...
three boys who have been parenting
two little girls,
two little girls who learned to manipulate and survive
with their crying and screeching...
and the cultural "okayness" of hitting,
and you've got me...
with the kids all day.
Chew with your mouth closed.
You sound like cows.
Eat, then banana.
Softee (toilet paper) NO basket (trash can).
Use the towel.
No water on the floor.
For the love of all that is holy, aim that thing!
Don't eat playdoh.
No coffee for babies.
I'm thinking sometimes I win the whack-a-mole game....
sometimes I walk away thinking I needed extra hands.
Then there are the moments that take my breath away.
Walking outside and finding our oldest of the new kids
singing to Jesus, hands raised, eyes closed...
An un-prompted hug and "I love you SO much, Mommy!"
from two of the boys in one day!
One of the littles saying
"Mommy, I'm so glad you brought our brothers and sisters home!"
Our new 8 year old telling me I make "very good shiro!"
like Mommy is Habesha! (Ethiopian)
There was the day when our little girl squealed with delight when I made
scrambled eggs for lunch (which I thought was lazy lunch food).
There was a kiss that didn't get wiped off.
A child came to me for comfort when she fall down.
And a hundred other small things
that keep me going,
let me know it's all going to be okay,
that things are just exhausting now
because it's new,
we don't have our sea legs yet,
and lets face it...
I'm just getting the hang of this whole
So, don't hear me saying this is a piece of cake.
It's more like cafeteria pot roast...
sometimes hard to digest,
good for everyone concerned.