When I had Zoelle, everyone couldn't seem to wait to ask me when we would have another. It's a funny thing, but I thought two years apart in age were normal, that is until I had Meridian. I remember people sort of giving me this look that was almost sympathetic for having two so close in age. Now though that I have a three year old, a 14 month old, and a one month old people no longer have sympathy for me, instead they pity me. And it bothers me. I go out to Target or even church and I get all sorts of looks from people when they see all three. Then the comments come. "Oh honey, I am SO glad that is you and not me", "Aren't you a busy mama?", "Oh my, how old are they?", "And all girls" "I bet your husband was disappointed he didn't get a boy", "Will you try one more time for a boy".
*Does he look like a man desperate for boys? I think not!
Really people, I'm not sure how you want me to answer you?? Sometimes I want to be just as rude to you as you have been towards me. Sometimes, I just laugh and nod my head. But most of the time, it just makes me sad. When has life changed to you, a complete stranger telling me I have too many children, too close in age? You are not me, you are not in my life each day. You do not know me or my family. And you pity me, but I say don't pity me. I am enjoying this. Instead be envious of me and this life I have. For it is rich. I get to snuggle three little girls, give them kisses on their owies, bath them, change dirty diapers times two, nurse seemingly around the clock, and get very little sleep some nights. Oh sure, I have my "bad days" like today when all three were crying and nothing seemed to get done. I sometimes look with envy at the couples who have no children or only one and slightly wish we could go back in time and enjoy it all over again. However for the most part I am blessed. Blessed to raise these three girls with the man of my dreams, blessed to be on this wild, crazy, and yes busy adventure.
So don't pity me, don't roll your eyes, pat my arm and tell me you are thankful it's not you; for if you do, I might just tell you that I'm thankful it's not you either. Or I might be kind and invite you to observe us through our busyness and you will perhaps see that we are just like you, but just well...umm busier. But a good busier. One full of laughter, tears, and love!