Smith, Party of Six?

I can honestly say that when I started out in life, I never imagined being those people waiting for a table at a restaurant and hearing "Smith, party of six. Your table is ready". Seriously? Party of six?? What was I thinking? I've always been pretty intelligent, did well in school, full-ride to college, and all that jazz so what would possess me to end up with such a large family? Is it the hope that the more kids I have, the more likely that at least one will end up a good person? I mean, statistically speaking, that would have to make sense right? My youngest is just 10 months old. And when I walk in the room after being gone all day and see his little chubby face light up because momma's home, it is then that I remember why I opted for such a large family and why I could almost envision it being bigger (I said almost!!!). It's not just the idea of having more children to care for me in my old age (although that is an added bonus), but it's the little rewards each of my children give me day to day - a kiss, a hug, an out of the blue "I love you, Mommy". It's knowing that God has a special plan for each of my little monkeys and that it's my job to help them figure out what that plan is. Of all the many hats I wear, "mom" is by far the most important!