As a very young mom,
with three very young daughters,
strangers often feel that they know me.
I often get asked if they are all mine.
I am told at least twice anytime we go out,
"You've got your hands full."
(We have heard that so much, Nora asked what it means.)
I usually try to respond to those people with,
"Full of sweet, good girls"
they just don't want to hear me.
People of the World!
I don't regret for one second
my three precious, sweet gifts.
I always, I MEAN ALWAYS,
wanted to be a mom.
It happened sooner than I expected,
but seriously, I wouldn't trade my life
(Sorry, for yelling. Stepping off soap box now)
We made the trek to Wal*Mart.
While desperately trying to find bananas that weren't bright green,
a woman walked by saying,
"Oh Honey, I feel for you!"
I may have responded with a very annoyed look on my face,
but was quickly distracted by the toddler yelling,
to which, I met with a mimick and a quick tickle to her ribs.
Shaking it off, I looked up to see another woman looking at me.
"Congratulations on your three beautiful, well behaved girls.
I can tell you are very passionate about being a mother.
With a huge sigh, and tears welling in my eyes, I whispered,
I wanted to hug her,
say, "Thank you for understanding, I am completely blessed. You have made my day.
God has been so so good to me."
But, I could barely get out the thanks.
I think she did understand though.
So my challenge to myself and you, is find someone this weekend
and encourage them, help them, make them feel respected.
Because, I know, that it can stick with them,
and drastically improve their day.
Happy Weekend All!
Let's go play!