When the twins were born; the princess was 4, and jester 1 was 18 months old. So, when I would go out with all 4, people would not hold back on advice, comments or strange looks at me.
Here are a few examples of what people would say:
“Boy, do you have your hands full!”
“Are they ALL yours?”
“I don’t envy you at all.”
“Well, aren’t we populating the world.”
“Wow! I thought I had problems by having just ONE child!”
“Did you do this on purpose? You do know how to prevent this, don’t you?”
And then there are the people who don’t say anything, but, will stare at me and that was followed by a shaking of the head.
But, then there are the people who are nice and will say things like this:
“Twins are a blessing! You are so lucky!”
“Oh! Twins! I’m a twin!”
“My twins are grown now,but, if I can do it, you can do it!”
“My cousin’s neighbor has twin boys to!”
Today, my princess is 9, jester 1 is 6 and the twins, (jesters 2&3) are 4. I still get comments and stares. But, they aren’t as many as they used to be. Nowadays, I get the question, “Are they triplets?” And, “Your poor daughter, having to put up with all those boys!”
But, today, as in earlier today. We went to lunch at Chick-fil-A, of course. I was sitting at a table, and next to us was a man and his teenage daughter. Jester 3 came running out of the play area with his shoes in his hands. He throws them on the floor…
Jester 3: “Mommy! Put my shoes on!”
Man at table: “What a brat! Typical child, being so demanding. That’s alright, he will never produce a beautiful girl like I did.”
After he said that, I took our tray and moved to another table. I was speechless. He continued to say other things,but, I ignored him, plus he was talking with his mouth full,so, I couldn’t really understand him.
I wanted to punch him in the face.
I wanted to throw my spicy chicken sandwich at him.
I wanted to give him a tongue lashing of words that hardly ever come out of my mouth.
I wanted to transform into mama bear.
I wanted to cry.
While we were eating our lunch he kept staring at me. The creepy kind of stare. And when he and his “beautiful” teenage daughter were leaving, he looked over at me and said, “You’re the stalking type.”
What is that supposed to mean? Am I supposed to fear for my life now?
I really don’t understand how some people can be so rude. I’ve learned to just ignore the rude comments and the stares. I know I’m not alone in this.
I’m not the only mom with:
3 active boys
What have people said to you while out with your kids?