I love having 5 kids. I do. But its quite challenging having such a range of ages in our house. There are so many activities that are for young kids or older kids, but not both. We have been doing the baby thing for 9 years in a row. My oldest is about to turn 9 years old and my youngest is 15 months, the kids are all 18-27 months apart. If you do the math you will realize that for the last 10 years I have been pregnant, nursing, had a newborn, and a child in diapers. That's a lot of diapers and sleepless nights.
Quite frankly I am tired of all the babyhood. Whenever I have just the older 3 kids, its like heaven. Three children who can read, entertain themselves, fetch snacks, toilet, and bathe themselves. Heaven.
But every once in a while I catch a glimpse of how great it is that we have another baby in the house (beyond the obviousness of having another sibling). I love how the older kids are watching Eleanor grow up. I love how they see how they were when they were little. I love how they see I give tons of care and love to Eleanor, because they know I gave the same care to them. They see the love come full circle, even if they don't remember the nights I spent rocking them or the screaming tantrums. They see how I teach her with love and how she is starting to be treated like a big kid and I am enforcing the rules.
In addition they are learning to protect their sister, to share, to be part of a team. I am just a tiny bit sad that Eleanor won't get to be a big sister. But not so sad that I want to sign up for another few years of babyhood.