Article September 9, 1991 Issue

Children—blessing unmixed with burden

Are small children a burden? That's what you might surmise from so many conversations among parents at playgrounds, family gatherings, nursery schools—even among the parents of children who are dearly loved and were perhaps long-awaited.

When our second child was born, our first child was one year old. Four months later I began a new full-time job. My husband, who shouldered much of the responsibility for the children's care when he was home, was often away on business for one-or-two-week stretches. Grandparents and aunts and uncles, who would have loved to help out, lived thousands of miles away. There were times when I felt I simply had too much to do, and there seemed no end in sight—at least not in the near future.

I did not have much time to read, but I did find I had time to pray—while I was washing bottles (for two!), folding laundry, driving to work, rocking the children, feeding them, playing with them.

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