Having three kids at home is testing me. I have not found myself easily down-shifting to this new life as a five-member-family. I'm still setting the table with the wrong number of plates. I'm making dinners that are too large. I'm not used to the shift in social dynamics around the house. Where there were once six kids, we are now down to a paltry three. You'd think I would be tap dancing to an emptier laundry room and rejoicing over fewer mouths to feed.
I'm not.
I do love how these kids stick together, though.
They seem to innately sense that they need to rub shoulders as much as they can, because we'll blink and then the next one will fly the nest and launch into the great wide world.
And it IS great!
I just sometimes wish it weren't quite so wide.
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It's good for me to read this and remember that my little kids will not always be little.
I have a friend in Idaho who has 6 kids (boy, boy, girl, girl, boy, girl) and she has 3 at BYU and 3 at home. I should give you each other's phone numbers. :)
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