"My cousin's uncle's pet parakeet's owner's sister's grandma's brother saw it, so it must be true."
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Just a witchy, hippie Mama and grandma - purposefully living in the mountains of Southeastern Oklahoma, healing from CPTSD, helping those who are voiceless find a voice, finding the words to talk about the things we don't speak of, finding hope and positivity. Just working on finding myself, after losing who I should have been in a world that didn't understand me in the first place.
9 kids is a lot. I mean, a lot. There's never a moment of quiet in my house... if it's quiet, the kids are either gone or sick or something. We're always overrun with kids and chaos. There's always something going on and something needing to be done.
Life with kids is messy. Life with 9 kids, even messier. There are 9 amazing human beings that I'm responsible for raising into responsible, compassionate, productive adults. That's a huge undertaking, and it can be overwhelming at times. .. especially when everything happens all at once.
9 kids means dishes and laundry are constantly piling up, there's clutter everywhere, no one has enough space and there are lots of arguments and disagreements. My bathroom - especially with 7 boys and a husband - is in a constant state of disarray, the toilet seat is left up half the time, someone almost always forgets to flush or replace the toilet paper roll.
Milk is a hot commodity around here, along with bread and bananas. We run out frequently and often have to make quick store runs.. feeding 7 to 9 kids at any given time is expensive and requires a lot of planning and energy.
But, with all the challenges and crisis moments that come with raising 9 kids... we also have a lot of love. We have built in friends and playmates, we have a built in support system, everyone has each other's backs and we have a strong family. I wouldn't trade this crazy life of mine for anything. My children are amazing and they inspire me daily to keep trying and to do better, for them and myself.
With 9 kids, we have a challenge to meet. My husband stepped into this already made family of myself and 9 kids and just dived right in and started helping. We are blessed to have each other and all these wonderful kids. My heart overflows with love and gratitude for my blessings, even when things get hard.
That's real life with 9 kids.
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As moms, even when we're doing everything "right," we tend to feel an irrational "guilt" that we're not good enough. It's tragic, really, that most poor parenting comes from our own insecurities and unreasonable guilt.
Even when there's truly an issue with our parenting, that irrational guilt or thinking we're the worst will keep us from seeking outside help. Not just from fear of being judged, but because we're already judging ourselves.
Actually, I pretty much just let life and my depression take over me for awhile. So I stopped writing. What a shame it is that the times w...