I love being the house that all the kids want to be at. I love the noise, the laughter, the banging of feet on the stairs, the whole thing. However, every time we do this, I am also incredibly thankful that we only have 4 kids. Seriously, I am half nuts most of the time and I am quite certain that 4 more kids of my own would have pushed me over the edge. It is great to have these kids, that I love like my own, to come and spend time here, but I am also very grateful when they all go home.
That night while us moms were all sitting around the table, laughing and talking, there was bedlam going on all around us. It became painfully clear who the moms were who only had one kid. There were 3 of us: me, one mom with 2 kids, and 2 moms with one kid each. The light fixture above us, directly under the playroom, was literally jumping. I was amused by the way the two moms of only children were freaked out by all of this while me and the other mom were completely oblivious to the noise. We could tune it out. The screaming, the banging, the thumping of feet on the stairs -- all of it. We were able to carry on a conversation while the other 2 moms looked nervous, yelled up to the kids like "Calm down!" or "What's going on??!"
It was sort of liberating, actually. Knowing that as "easy" as I often think the moms of just one kid have it day to day, they were all keyed up by the crazy and I was able to completely relax in the midst of all of the noise and chaos....like the eye of the storm. I think that is an excellent metaphor for a mother; specifically a mother of many. I tried to compose a poem about mothers as the eye of the storm, but I only completed a little of it and I really needed a nap now after all of the extra kids went home. I may try to finish it someday, but I'll share what I've done so far:
The Eye Of The Storm
The eye of the storm is a place of refuge
The eye of the storm is calm
The eye of the storm is still in the deluge
The eye of the storm is warm
In the eye of the storm is a place of comfort
In the eye of the storm you rest
The eye of the storm is in the arms of your mother
The embrace of the one who loves you best