Never ever in a million years did I think I would be a mother of triplets. Let me just say I feel so completely under qualified to do this job.
I can’t even begin to describe how difficult it is to parent three children the same age at the same time. Let’s just say constant redirecting, correcting and disciplining are what I do from sun-up to sun-down. What do you do when you are “talking” with one child and then the other two start laughing and before you know it all three are belly laughing. I want to scream, “Can’t you see I am trying to have a serious moment and shepherd your heart towards Jesus. And you are laughing at me.” But screaming never really helps in the long run. Oh, it can get them to be quiet for about 10 seconds but doesn’t get to the heart of the issue.
The three of them are quick! Extremely quick to turn the lights on in the Sprinter van to make the battery dead, run water for extended periods of time, empty all of our soap containers, (I have leaned to only fill them 1/3 full) touch light switches, radios, buttons on just about everything and leave crumbs in the toy room, so now we are blessed with sugar ants. Isn’t that so sweet?
I need a shepherd crook. I totally get why shepherds have them now. I need about 6 extra feet of reach and to be able to gently but firmly bring the kids back into the “group” aka our family. Is it even possible to buy a real crook? Gosh that would be such a good visual reminder for all of us.
I love my triplets and wouldn’t trade our life for anything in the world. They are funny, lovable and so so sweet, especially when they are sleeping. I sometimes go in their room just to nuzzle my nose into their necks and give them kisses while they are sleeping. They will never remember that, but I will.