I was trying to quickly put on makeup when I heard the giggles. I glanced over to my bed where my two children were laughing back and forth at each other.
“What are you two doing?” I teased.
Their beautiful, sparkling blue eyes both turned to me, their precious mouths turned up in wide, uninhibited smiles. My heart began to ache as it usually does in such a moment…when my momma heart loves them so much that it feels about ready to burst. I am so blessed, I thought.
My mind raced back to the day before, when the 10-month-old was fussy from teething and the 3-year-old had begun peppering me with his unending questions. I had snapped at him, and then felt bad about it. I remembered something I had read recently from another mom, whom I know to be “quiverfull“. She had had a similar day, had yelled at one of her kids, and then had apologized to him later telling him that “he was a blessing and a gift”.
I found myself apologizing and telling my own son something similar. The words seemed to sink down into his little soul and he threw his arms around my neck and whispered that he loved me. In that moment, I couldn’t have loved my little son or his sister more if I’d tried.
My husband and I don’t feel convicted about preventing pregnancy being wrong, nor do we really want a 15-passenger van full of kids. We take each baby as he or she comes, pray, and follow the Lord’s leading. Right now in this moment, we have a lot of peace about our two. I don’t honestly know what the years will bring. I don’t know if more children will join our family through pregnancy or adoption, or if our two will be it. What I do know is that, if we never feel led to have more children, it won’t because we don’t see our children as blessings. In fact, it may just be because we already feel so blessed and our hearts are already so full and content with our two. Our two children are our arrows in our “quiver”, and I pray every day that they will be straight, true arrows. I pray that, if we only ever have the two children, that quality will make up for quantity.
There are days when the strain of motherhood clouds my vision and makes me forget that my children are blessings. There are days when they irritate me, strain me, and tire me. It is on those days that I have to remember that my children are blessings. It is on those days that I have to remind myself that I don’t have to have baby after baby to see children as gifts from the Lord. Sometimes you just have to remember to love the ones you have, and to choose to see them for the blessings they are.