Why I Have So Many Children

Every time I have a baby, Rooster & I are asked if we’re “done”. Meaning, done having kids. More polite people ask, “are you going to have any more?” So far, the answers obviously have been “no” and “yes”.

Here are a few of the latest pictures of our children.

When I was a little girl, all I really ever wanted was to get married and have a baby. I didn’t dream of being a teacher or a doctor. I didn’t think about going to college and graduating with a degree that would make a lot of money… none of that stuff excited me. But boys and babies??? Let the party begin.

Rooster & I met January 2000 and were married December 2003. That took FOREVER for me. We were engaged for a year & a half and I didn’t think our wedding day would ever come. But it did.

Rooster and I always wanted children. I wanted 4 and he wanted 2, so we compromised and landed on 3. We would have 3 children and we’d live happily ever after…

That quickly changed after a few years. We began watching, which was at the time, 17 Kids & Counting. You know, the Duggars. Rooster & I are Christians and were drawn to their family, as so many people were. Their decision to let God decide how big their family would become pricked both of our hearts and after having Jack, our third child, we stopped using birth control.

We had already decided to homeschool, so this decision followed a lot, not all, but many couples who choose this different path of raising their families.

The decision to let go of birth control was very easy for us, however it wasn’t as easy to swallow for the majority of our family and friends.

We’re the crazy ones. We’re the different ones….the weird ones. That’s okay. We actually don’t want to look like everyone else. God really has confirmed that he wants us to live this life, otherwise I wouldn’t keep getting pregnant.

Having six children isn’t easy. Someone is always hungry. Someone always has a diaper that needs changing. Three or four of them always seem to be fighting about goodness knows what. I have 436 articles of clothing that need to be washed on a daily basis. We are always needing to get more groceries because they eat All. Day. Long. I could go on forever.

We also live on a farm. We have horses.

And cHiCkeNs.

And goats.

A dog, a cat, and a kitten.

We’ve even had a litter of puppies.

So, in addition to all my kids, all of these animals have to eat, drink, and be merry.

Do we ever feel like we’re going crazy?

Ummm, yes. Almost every day. I’m constantly cleaning…cooking…changing sheets and diapers…giving baths…begging the kids to quiet down…getting in between fights…punishing because of disobedience. Again, the list could go on for days.

But somehow, the good outweighs the bad. Sometimes it doesn’t seem that way, but if it didn’t, I don’t think we’d keep doing all of this.

We love chunky baby bottoms.

Messy faces.

Cleaning up powdered sugar.

Funny personalities.

Trips to Disney.

And seeing how much they really do love each other.

We have a very busy household. Yes, my plate is always full. We often learn things the hard way and wipe away a lot of tears. But we love that we have been given so much and thank God for turning our hearts towards Him. Without His love, protection, and guidance, we’d have nothing.

So, after this baby is born, are we “done”?

I can’t really answer that question. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see. 🙂

Lisa

About The Broody Chickhttp://www.thebroodychick.comI'm just a broody, southern pregnant girl who gets excited about pregnancy & being a mother & all the stuff that goes along with it. 😊

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