I just spent the day with Melissa of The Lilting House. And you did not. Nyah!
Between the two of us, we oversaw a group of SIX children. Or more accurately, Melissa gracefully and effortlessly oversaw her five (gorgeous and ridiculously well-behaved) children while I kind of bumbled along helplessly after my one lone child, who very almost totally ate a stray piece of random poop off the floor at Barnes & Noble when I wasn't paying attention.
"HOW DO YOU DO IT?" I must have shrieked at her on a dozen different occasions. "IS IT NYQUIL? DO YOU GIVE THEM NYQUIL?"
It is not Nyquil. It is just really good mothering. And really sweet, really well-loved kids. And multi-tasking and organization and everybody pitching in.
And possibly maybe the ice cream we gave them all for lunch. But, you know. It's mostly the mothering.
For those of you who don't know Melissa, she has seen her oldest daughter through leukemia and is currently guiding her two-year-old son through a variety of special needs. She homeschools her entire brood and is a published author. And as I watched her little Wonderboy race around the bookstore like any other toddler, and the care he received from his outgoing and clearly well-socialized big sisters, and the boundless excitement they all had over being around BOOKS, I suddenly realized that dude, I TOTALLY WANT TO BE MELISSA WHEN I GROW UP.