Dear mom with the seven kids,
I saw your kids before I saw you at the dr’s office this morning. At first I thought there were two separate groups of kids then when you came over I realized they were all yours. Immediately I was captivated. We caught eyes and we smiled briefly then my kids were called back. You probably thought I was staring because you had such a big family. The truth is I was but not for all of the reasons you probably thought. I only had three of my kids with me this morning. As we went back for my kids to get their appointment started I couldn’t help but think you thought I was looking at you in a negative way. It was weighing on me.
I know the looks you must get and the ignorant comments people make when they see you with all of your children. “Don’t you know what causes that?”, “Are they all yours?”, or my personal favorite “Are you going to have anymore?”. None of those questions came to my mind.
As my kids were getting weighed and what not I saw you with your broad on the other side of the office getting weighed on the other scale. I was going to leave you alone but as I stood with my own kids I couldn’t help but hear you get frustrated with your own children. As they argued with one another, cried or told you how much they were ready to go home I did the only thing I knew to do…
I came up to you and told you “I’ve never met anyone that has the same amount of kids as I do. God bless you.” And I gently patted your shoulder and gave you a smile. You smiled back and said “God bless you too.”
Why did I take the time to speak? So you knew you weren’t in this alone. So you knew there were other crazy moms that have a lot of kids and want to lose their shit on a daily basis. I wanted you to know that I respect you and was not judging you. As moms we all need to feel like we are a part of a sisterhood. That regardless if we know one another or not we’re not alone and we’re not all judging.
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