In a family of eleven, everything is a big deal.
Just to feed, clothe and house the eleven members of our family required energy, stamina, organization but most of all patience and goodwill. Everyone's input was vital and important to our family, especially right after dinner because dishes, kitchen clean-up, homework and homework assistance, lunches, bath time, story time and bedtime all begged for attention at the very same time.
Of course, no task was simple. For example, making sandwiches for school meant lining up twenty-two pieces of bread and preparing each sandwich with a particular person in mind because I did want them to actually eat the sandwich. Even peanut butter sandwiches were made with jam or not, with thick or thin peanut butter, with butter under the peanut butter or not. A component of this chore was often a survey of the crew to see who wanted what in their lunch.
If that procedure wasn't daunting enough , someone had to make sure that everyone had clean clothes and shoes to wear the next day. There were indoor and outdoor school shoes, decent runners and play runners, rain, barn and winter boots, skates, both play and good sandals, slippers, shoes to wear with dresses and dress shoe for the boys. This abbreviated list adds up to about TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY-FOUR individual shoes with the potential to get lost, wet, dirty or become too small.
Of course it was an especially big deal when the seasons changed because we had to sort and put away the shoes that weren't needed for a couple of moths and decide which shoes were worn out and which ones could be passed down or were still big enough for the current owner.
I can still hear Emily yelling out as she organized the shoes,
"Anthony, you really don't want to keep these, do you?"
Anthony would protest,
"But Em, they're so comfortable. I like them."
Emily would retort,
"Fine, but if they get any worse looking, I am throwing them out."
However it was bath time, grooming time, story time and tucking people into bed that took a lot of creative problem solving abilities as well as a big investment of time. On bad days it became an assembly line. I would add hot water to the tub and the next little one would hop in and start playing as they waited their turn to be washed. Meanwhile I dried a little body , brushed hair and set up a tooth brush for the clean child. They proceeded into the family room and Dad would put on a diaper if it was needed and pyjamas, then cut finger and toe nails. Then the clean and groomed kid would hop up on the coach to look at books while waiting for a story.
Bedtime!
I hung quilts over windows and used fans in the bedrooms to create white noise to block out household noise that could disturb a younger child who needed more sleep. Another tactic that helped soothe kids to sleep was to tuck them in beside an older sibling who was reading in bed . Any fears or loneliness disappeared with the older siblings comforting presence.
Whenever we had a newborn baby, bedtime was transformed. Kids couldn't wait to climb under the covers because I would wrap the baby up tightly in a soft blanket and gently place her beside them. I can still see my childrens' delight as they gazed at the baby and the content, satisfied expression on their faces as they slept cuddled up beside her.
Basically though, even if I could operate like an efficient machine, if I was stressed and tense, nothing went well because my little kids picked up on every emotion I experienced. Even if I was not aware of my emotional state, the kids reacted to my vibes.
Seriously, it seemed that I was a combination of a juggler and an illusionist or magician.
During this time, I could not tolerate everyone's "awe" of a mother of nine. They would gush,
" Oh Melanie, you must have so much grace."
I thought,
"If one more person tells me that I am going to scream or vomit!" I felt that I was operating on caffeine from tea and my own stubborn drive and their praise was grating on my nerves.
Then one night around 3:00a.m., while rocking a baby, I heard within me,
"You don't have a clue how much grace I have poured out on you."
That put me in my place. The peace, joy and love in our family had a LOT more to do with His Spirit, than any of my strategies or patience!
ANYTHING is better for a child's mental, physical and emotional health than sitting passively and staring at a screen.