The Trials and Tribulations of Motherhood

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The Trials and Tribulations of Motherhood

I recently had a baby. My little girl Amani-Rayne is four months old. She is the joy of my life … my little princess … a site to be seen … that is, until you’ve seen her brothers. You see, I now have four children. Amani-Rayne was the most recent addition to our crazy jungle. People are often in awe, shock, or sheer admiration when I tell them that I have four, beautiful, handsome, intelligent, obnoxious children. They either think that I am insane for having more than the “typical” 2.4 children (although I have yet to figure out how somebody can have .4 of a child) or simply amazingly creative, crafty, and organized. I can honestly tell you that I am none of the above. Motherhood is hard work and adding on to the pack is an act of sheer miracles in the making … everyday!

I used to say that adding on another child after having two was easy. You just learn to juggle a little bit more…you fit one more into the schedule. I have learned over the years though, that it is simply not that easy. Unfortunately, children do not care about your ultimate plan, they do not follow your divine schedule and they are indeed the reason that Murphy’s Law was invented … “Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong, and at the worst possible moment.”

Take for instance, the day that I left work early to pick my husband up from work by 5:00 p.m. because my van was in the shop, then rushed to pick up my seven-year old son from after-school Tai Kwon Do and my daughter from the sitters by 5:45 p.m. in Tampa traffic, in order to pick my sixteen-year old son up from the airport by 6:25 p.m., rush home and grab my twelve-year old in order to get him to Basketball practice, thirty minutes away by 7:00 p.m.? I get all of this accomplished, just to get to basketball practice and find nobody there!!!! Had I had time, in the middle of everything else, to actually check my home voicemail, I would have found out that the coach called and left me a voicemail at 4 p.m. canceling practice, since it was the day after Christmas!!!

This seems to be a normal occurrence for me. It is a struggle with sanity to make sure that everybody is where they need to be when and to actually remember to do my hair, put on make-up or even put shoes on. I can’t tell you how many times I have made it halfway to work (or all the way there) just to realize that I forgot to change out of my flip-flops and put on my grown-up work shoes.

Even with all of the tears, yelling, frustration, confusion, and total chaos, I can honestly say I wouldn’t change a thing. My kids bring me the same amount of joy and amazement as they do frustration and anguish … maybe even more. All it takes is a smile, hug, or an “I love you” and all is truly right with the world.