Yesterday grandma took the kids and I to a thrift store in our local town. Everyone smiled and laughed at the children and their little voices and all their funny questions.
I hear all the time, "Wow, you have your hands full."
I usually smile and say, "I LOVE IT!"
One particular elderly woman was sitting on her walker behind us in line. She saw my baby in the wrap and asked how old he was. I told her and moved so she could see him more clearly.
But she looked away.
She said, "I have 20 great grandchildren now."
I smiled, but she did not.
She continued, "And they're still not done!" (I gathered not all 20 were in one household LOL)
I told her, "I don't think I'm done either."
She had not ascertained that the other children were all mine. So I pointed out my other children.
She looked shocked. "Why would you want more?"
I asked her, "How old is your oldest child?"
"63."
I moved closer to her so she could see my little babes face.
"I bet you remember when he was a tiny pudgy baby, holding him up and burying your face in his soft cheeks because you couldn't help yourself from kissing him."
And finally....
She smiled.
A distant, day dreaming smile.
"Oh yes.... I do remember. God, I loved them."
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