Why Are You Sorry I Have Three Kids?
If you're a kid person at all, you love babies. They're so cute! You can cuddle them, make silly sounds to them, and everything they do is adorable.When I had my first son, Liam, everyone was so encouraging! I'd walk into grocery stores and would be stopped down every aisle. They all wanted to look at the little boy with "all that hair!" They started gushing when I said he was my first. We got pregnant with Levi and most people were still thrilled. They said I was crazy to have them so close, but were still positive overall. My little Lucas, baby number three was a different story. Instead of being positive and encouraging, I got a much different response. "Wow. Are all these kids yours?""Three boys? I'm sorry."
I have heard these two statements so many times in the last month. At first I laughed. Now, it bugs me. Why are you sorry I have three boys? I'm not.
I love my children.
Is it always loud in my house? Yes.
Do my boys have constant energy? Yes.
Do they sword fight from the moment they wake up until the second the go to bed? Yes.
Do they always need a bath? Yes.
Do my kids require a no farting at the dinner table rule? Yes.
Are they messy? Yes.
Will they ever understand what an inside voice is? Probably not.
Am I outnumbered by boys? Yes.
Are they as sweet as can be? Yes.
Does my oldest play with my hair to be sweet? Yes.
Do my boys love each other deeply? Yes.
Are they best friends? Most of the time, yes.
Are my husband and I proud to raise all three of these boys to be strong men? Yes.
Having three little boys is loud, messy, chaotic, exhausting, and a blast. I love it. I'm not sorry at all.