If you’ve been reading my posts as of late, you’d know that we’ve had a decent and steady supply of house guests over the past couple of months. And this past weekend was the mother-load of all guests. When my friend Jolie called me up and said she’d be in the bay area and would love to get the kids together for an outing or dinner, I immediately asked her if she already had a place to stay and invited her to come crash at our place. She was hesitant, because she comes packin’ heat. Her, hubby + 3 kids is quite a posse. She even said, “are you really sure… we are a pretty big posse.” And I said yes, and totally meant it.
I was so stoked to have so many kids in the house. My name is Stacey, and I’m a kid-a-holic. I knew it would get loud and messy, and that it definitely did. With a 14 month old, 18 month old, 5 year old, 10 year old and 2 sets of parents – there was a heck of a lot of energy surging through the house and yard.
The funny thing that really happened that I hadn’t expected, was that it made our house feel so quiet and lonely once they all left to head back home. And not like the short-lived deflation you feel after a party you host ends, but a deep feeling that has continued to loom over me. After thinking about this for days, it was the feeling of family. Not that our little party of 3 isn’t a family, because surely it is. But the hustle and bustle of siblings playing together, the constant chatter and imagination – it’s something that I didn’t really know I was missing… until now.
Watching Jolie and her husband with their children was also so inspiring. I have so much admiration for them. They became parents at a young age, and have continued to slowly grow their family into such a strong, loving and beautiful unit. Each one of their children are wonderfully unique, but all are smart, interesting and kind. I have no doubt that they will all grow into wonderful adults and will make their parents extremely proud.
I have my own personal set of fears on how scary it would be to grow our family. I often wonder how I could ever love another baby as much as I love Sadie. And how would there be enough time to love them both enough and give them both enough encouragement and attention. Not to even mention where would the time to clean up after them and cook come from? But, I know it’s done. My mother did it for me and my two siblings. And I watch Jolie do it for her children. And it makes me think, not only can I do this. I know I want it. I want the challenge that an extra pitter-patter of baby feet brings. I want the messes, and the arguments, the giggle fits, the double bath time duty. So, who knows, maybe there could be a new Foley coming to town in the near future. And clearly, my child was loving every stinkin second of being part of the wild kid pack.