There are six of us now.
6 mouths to feed. 6 bodies to clothe and care for. 6 minds to educate. 6 souls to inspire.
6 feels like a good number, the right number.
When Papa Bear and I had originally discussed family size, I had my heart set on 4….or 5 children. Now, I’m all in, elbows deep in the practice of parenting, and nothing allows logic to creep in like making dinner with a crying baby, a teen with a homework crisis, and two children chasing each other while the dog barks. You know…that and pelvic floor physiotherapy.
4 children, 3 who have heard the sound of me yelling from the inside…my logic tells me it is enough…my heart…well that’s another post entirely.
There once was a time when we would all suit up to head out on a family adventure– hats, boots and coats in tow, and as Papa Bear stepped out the door, youngest in arms, I would turn to be certain we had everyone. We both said, many times, that it felt as though we had been forgetting someone.Our family wasn’t quite finished.
Well…he’s here now. He’s here with his chin rolls and knee dimples. He’s here with enough smiles to go around. And he completes us.