People often ask me what it’s like to have a large(r) family (by our culture’s standards - I know many of you have more than I do!). I always tell them that the hardest part for me was having the first baby (surrendering to the fact that my life is not my own anymore), followed by the transition of going from one to two children, and then from two to three.
It’s not that I didn’t have issues adjusting to subsequent children, but by then, my oldest children were old enough to entertain themselves, and some could actually help (my oldest was 7 when #4 was born). By then, some routines were in place, and I was more confident in what I was doing as a mother. Most of all, I had some perspective on the preschool years that I didn’t have with the first three.
But, man, those first years were rough for me.
Here is a portion of an email I received recently from a friend who just had her third baby in three and a half years. Her thoughts represent so much of what I have felt. Maybe you, have, too:
The main reason I'm writing is to just get some perspective from another mother who is a little farther down the track than I am. Do you ever feel out of control? Like you have no control over any aspect of your life? It's how I'm feeling at the moment. Now, granted, my life is colored by extreme hormonal changes and sleep deprivation, so I'm not exactly thinking as clearly as one might hope for on a good day.As usual, I went back and read some of my journal from the years when I had three preschoolers. Would you like to know some of the topics? Oh, there were the usual cute antics that made for some of my fondest memories.
She goes on to list her areas of feeling out of control:
- Body (pain from c-section, bre*sts leaking, head fuzzy from lack of sleep, crying for no reason)
- Home (housework going undone, or “helpers” putting things away in strange places)
- Children (newborn unpredictable; toddler entering a
terrible“independent” stage and Mom not able to deal with it well because she is recovering from a c-section)
But in there were also headings like this: "I’m exhausted." "Frustrated. " " Frustrated, again." "I'm losing it. " The preschool years were some of the greatest years (certainly the cutest!), but they were also some of the absolute hardest times of our marriage and parenting. You are NOT crazy for feeling this way.
One of my most out-of-control times (there have been many!) was when I was pregnant with our third child. I was on bedrest for sixteen weeks (almost four whole months!). My body was wanting to go into labor constantly. I was not able to work (I had a part-time job at the time), so we had financial strain. Thankfully, some kind friends helped me with housework, but I was so embarrassed that someone would have to fold my underwear and clean my toilets!
But the worst thing was that I was not able to deal with some discipline issues well (kids aged almost 4 and 2 1/2) during that time because I couldn't get up, had no energy, and was probably (in hindsight) depressed. My kids watched movies for hours on end, and proceeded to do whatever it took to get me to get up, with both good and bad behavior (mostly bad). At one point, someone confronted me on how sassy my oldest was becoming, and how I needed to rein her in. I just broke down crying. I was angry, frustrated, hurt - I felt like I had nowhere to turn and felt totally helpless, lying there on the sofa 24/7. Then, we moved when the baby was 8 weeks old, so throw househunting, packing and unpacking in there, and I realize now what a mess I was in!
I say all that to let you know:
(1) You are not alone. I have so been there, and so have others, although they might not remember it (time has a way of fogging the memory), or they might not be brave enough to admit it. I was not at the time - at least not to people, not really even to my husband. I journaled (even then, it was somewhat “censored”), and poured out my heart to God, but to the outside world I was "doing great!"
(2) It's going to be okay. I think so much of what I feel about this goes back to what I wrote about conflict. I put my babies on a schedule (a lifesaver), but a certain amount of success doing that led to a subtle trap: Thinking I had more control than I really did. It set me up for grave disappointment for many years, and I do mean "many" in all seriousness. I thought that somehow if I did it all "perfectly" (not just with the baby, but with training and discipline as the kids got older) I wouldn't have any troubles at all. When things didn’t go well (or, like when I was on bedrest, I just couldn't deal with it), I was overwhelmed with a sense of failure and guilt. This sense of responsibility for “doing it right the first time” weighed heavily on me.
My friends, God knows we can’t do it all. My children were not perfectly behaved (they still aren't!), my house was not perfect (it still isn’t!), and I did not do everything right when they were small (I still don’t!).
But God is so faithful. I struggled so much thinking I had ruined my daughter before she was four (she was a handful!). I made countless mistakes, and I’m absolutely sure I’m not through making them. But parenting is a very, very, VERY long endeavor. God gives many, many opportunities to love, train and discipline our children through their years at home. I am so thankful for that, especially when I see my young teenage daughter’s heart turning toward Him. I could never have dreamed what a blessing she (and the others) could be now, given the rough start they had. It’s all because of grace. God met me at my lowest point of weakness and proved He is truly strong.
Like my episode on bed rest (little did I know there would be two more of them), or when you have a new baby, you will have periods when things are not smooth, and there will be character issues you don't deal with well. There will always be housework that goes undone.
But you will only have a newborn for a short time (in the grand scheme of things).
If some things have to be put on the back burner for a while, they will eventually work their way to the front. You don't have to solve everything right here, right now. Let people help you, even if their "help" seems harder than doing it yourself. Take some naps. Deal with the big siblings as best you can, but don't stress. They're not leaving home any time soon. Some acting up is expected with a new baby around, so don't take it as a personal affront to your parenting ability. The end of the story has not been told yet. Keep loving on them and including them and showing them that you are still their Mommy and that eventually things will settle down. This is a great time for them to bond with Daddy (my husband does big kids so much better than newborns, so he took the big kids out a lot to give me time alone). They are more resilient than we give them credit for. I think the fact that kids love us through it all is God's way of telling us He is in control, in spite of our inability to have a grip on things all the time!
I have muddled through most of my parenting years, but never more than when I had a new baby and a toddler or two. But God has been there for me. He’ll be there for you, too, sometimes using human hands, but it's Him nonetheless.
Congratulations on your newly expanding families. Rest, my friends!
The Lord Jesus Christ [has] the power that enables him to bring everything under his control.