The other day I made a trip to the mall with all three little ones to finish a little shopping for Brian's birthday and return something I had bought. Jacob had the job of pushing Nicole in the stroller, which he did happily. I pushed Andrew. We made our way and the children were very well behaved, if I do say so myself. During our trip three different salespeople said the exact same thing to me, "My, your hands are full." While I know that they mean nothing rude by it, it is funny to me that so many people I cross paths with make this same comment. And I only have three!!!!
I know these salespeople meant well and surely were referring to the amount of energy, time and hard work mothering three little ones requires. I couldn't agree with them more! It is the most difficult line of employment I have been in thus far. I guess I am just wondering if the comment is sometimes a reflection of our general culture's view that children are more of a burden than a blessing. I just pray that my efforts to reply kindly to their comments and the sight of my carefree little ones and I tromping happily through the mall with our Sonic Slushies are a small witness to the blessing that this life I lead truly is.
As a sweet friend of mine and mother of five has said in response to this same comment from various observers, "Yes, my hands are full, but so is my heart." Amen!
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