Last night Blake and I were discussing the number six.
It is not uncommon for people to say...
"Will there be any more additions?"
"Are you done?"
"Please tell me you don't want more kids."
(The last one gets to me.)
So last night we talked about the good, bad and ugly of six.
There is always someone to play or argue with.
There is plenty of love.
Hand me downs are great.
Six hugs and kisses at night.
The bad and the ugly:
Loads and loads of laundry.
Food costs are soaring.
The bickering between Marvin and Bell is outrageous on some days.
College for six.
Weddings for two.
The cost and time of six with different hobbies, sports and past times.
Being the parents of six at our age.
The stares of some people when you tell them you have six children (once again at our ages).
The troubles and needs of each child can be multiplied by six.
The long nights and even longer days sometimes.
So we looked at the list of good and bad. Then we were just quiet.
Are we done? Only God knows. But maybe, just maybe, if He sees fit six might not be our favorite number.
Yes we are old. Yes it is a strain on every financial budget. Yes it is tiring and there are some nights you fall asleep in a second.
But are we too old? Maybe not.
Are we willing to make sacrifices? Definitely
Are we willing to allow ourselves to be loved and share love? A million times yes.
So I guess the answer is "God we are waiting and listening." Can you let me in on the secret though??? :)
I think He already has.