I went to Wal-Mart a couple of days ago and had a strange sensation when I pushed my buggy through the entrance doors. Mikiyah was in her car seat in the buggy and I had no other kids with me. I had the thought that I can pretend to be a “normal” person today. Most likely, no one will gawk at me or make rude comments today. People around me won’t know that I have six other kids waiting for me at home. They won’t know that I have had at least one child in diapers for the past nine years and three kids in diapers for the past 27 months. They won’t know that I homeschool or that we all miraculously fit in a three bedroom home, very snuggly, I might add. It was nice to blend in to the crowd. I must admit that the attention can sometimes be entertaining, but it is more often negative and annoying. Do people really think that having kids is such a bad thing? Almost all of the comments our family receives when we are out in public boils down to “I’m glad it’s you and not me.!” I can understand that sentiment, somedays more than others. But, it seems that most people can’t even fathom the joys of having a large family. This morning when I was trying to teach the three older guys and keep the four year old and the two year old twins out of trouble while making sure the two month old was not neglected, I might have joined the crowd in the “don’t you know what causes that” mentality.
