I remember one time we were at the mall and this lady was counting our children with her pointing finger. Bryan looked at her and said, "Six. We have six children." She gave us a dirty look and rushed on.
When we had Myla at her first well check, we were placed in a waiting room for newborns. There was a couple already seated in the room. The man looked down at our baby seat and said, "Is this your first?"
"No, this is our seventh," Bryan replied.
"Holy S____. You have got to be kidding me. I am sooo sorry," the husband loudly proclaimed.
Bryan smiled and said confidently, "Sorry? Why are you sorry? I am thankful. They are a blessing."
I am sorry for the children whose parents think they are a nuisance.
I am sorry for the families whose patriarchs don't see them as blessings.
I am sorry for the many people who miss out on the benefits of a large family.
Here are Myla's thoughts on her large family:
I always have someone to feed me.
I always have
someone to kiss me.
I always have someone
to hold me.
I am never afraid.
I am never alone.
I am loved by MANY.
I am read to often.
I am adored by all.
I am blessed. I feel sorry for those who miss out on the love I have. My family is a blessing.
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