I’m reading through Ecclesiastes, you know. Chapter 3 is a famous one:
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven.
Then the verse starts “a time to be born and a time to die,” and so on.
In everyone’s life, there is a time to have children, a “biological clock” that is ticking. I have met some who think that this clock is not a definite amount of time, that they literally have their entire lives to bear children. Have you ever talked with, say, someone in their late 30s who claims, “We’re waiting a little longer to have children”?
Here’s a seductive thought:
parents have control over their opportunity to have children.
I have also talked with parents who, after several years choosing not to have children, end up finally having children, then discover the great joy of raising a family. These parents often say things like, “I never realized the joy of parenting,” “I couldn’t fathom what it was like to have my own children,” or “I didn’t really know how selfish I was without children.” (I know a mother of four who used to claim “I will never have children”!)
I can’t shout it louder from the mountain top how great it is to have children, even 16 children. Yes, I really believe that. I have so much to be thankful for in 2011, and I look forward to 2012. My hope is that this blog is a subtle persuasion for those parents choosing not to have children (for whatever reason) to take that step of faith and start parenting. Their time may be now.
(This is reposted with a few edits from 2005 when I had only 13 children. Happy New Year!)