. . . and the one at Target . . . and, yep, even the one at the doctor's office.
Listen, please.
Yes.
I am aware that I have four children, and that they are all girls.
Let me interrupt myself by saying, it does not bother me in the least when someone stops me at the grocery store to tell me that I "look like I have my hands full". I do have my hands full. It doesn't really take a rocket scientist to see that. But, I love it! I love that I'm kept busy all day, every day. Life would be so very boring {and quiet!} without them.
But I do kinda mind when the comments turn rude-ish. Especially right.in.front.of.my.girls.
First of all, if you have to start a sentence with, "I don't mean to be nosey", then guess what, you're probably being nosey. Please don't touch my new baby on the face. Please do not count {out loud} and announce the number of girls I have. And then proclaim while shaking your head as if to feel sorry for me, "You tried so hard for that boy, didn't you?" And then proceed to say to my 2 month old, "Your mama was supposed to have a boy". And then look at your husband and say, "Can you believe that? Four girls."
Because, I don't even know what to say to that. Honestly? I know what I'd like to say. But I don't even know how to respond to that in a tactful way. Mostly because I am completely shocked. Shocked that people have the audacity to say such things. And shocked that people really and truly believe that it's any of their business at all. And, by the way, having four girls in a row does not qualify us for the Guiness Book of World Records. Mkay?
Would we have loved to have had a boy? Of course. Can we imagine our lives without our four, precious daughters? Absolutely not. Because from the moment I heard the words, "it's another girl!", I was elated. A precious, healthy baby girl.
So, the next time we run into each other, and you feel the need to say something, try this:
"Four girls? Wow. You are truly blessed."
