My feet hurt. My cart was full. My 37 week pregnant belly tightened in another Braxton-Hicks contraction. The children were doing well - very well in fact - but the lunch hour had passed and I was still dragging them through the store... hungry. We all were. Tired too. And my feet hurt.
There had already been more than a few raised eyebrows and hushed exclamations as I passed through the aisles with my brood in tow. I made no eye contact with anyone, and hoped that my body language conveyed I was in no mood to field comments. You know the kind.
It was inevitable after being in the store so long that I would eventually be accosted. The odds were against me, and so eventually it DID happen.
It came from an unlikely person, and were words I hadn't heard before.
The woman, a gal probably my own age or a few years older, a slender figure with a trendy haircut and one young boy sitting in her cart reached out her hand to gain my attention. Once she caught my eye, she said to me with full emotion
"I just have to tell you, I am SO jealous! SO jealous!" (sweeping her hand in a gesture encompassing all my children) "My husband made me stop at three... I am SO JEALOUS!"
Have you heard that one before? Honestly? As she continued on her way shaking her head subtly and looking wistfully over her shoulder, I nearly started weeping right there next to the apples!
I should have. Just to show the Lord my gratitude I should have wept. I am among woman richly blessed!!
I was rightly subdued, and pondering the rich treasure heaped upon me and surrounding the outside of my cart...
When I thought of being a mom, I never dreamed of THIS! ~Five heart melting smiles ~never getting tired of midnight feedings ~having all the answers ~not minding dirty faces ~enjoying watching the boys eat! ~falling in love with pigtails ~appreciating overalls ~appreciating a washing machine! ~wanting to do everything better ~falling in love a million times