One of the hard things about being in a new place, is
meeting new people. I don’t actually
dread the meeting people part, that part I enjoy, it’s the question I am asked every
time that is difficult…..
How many kids do
you have?
I knew a conference we went to recently was going to be
hard due to this question, but I survived the question and answered it more
times than I could count.
It seems like an innocent question, and one I’ve asked a thousand women myself, an ideal conversation starter, but for me it’s a
constant reminder that we are without one of our blessings.
Currently most people ask me what number this baby makes,
that question isn’t hard to answer. It’s the
follow up ones, what ages are they? Are
they all boys? “Oh where is your third,
I only see two?”
Some days it’s easier, other moments the tears well up
like we lost Seth yesterday.
Comments like…”You must have a busy house.”
Or……
“Wow another little boy.”
All are yet reminders that yes we have a full house but
there is one voice missing.
These are the things I’m learning to embrace as
normal. It’s the life I’ve been blessed
with and it’s a constant balance of discerning how much to share with those I
meet.
I’m thankful that I’m a mom to 4 boys, even if that
simple question might bring tears to my eyes for years to come.
1 comment:
I remember Hilary struggling with the same thing when she was pregnant with Evan, had lost Noah, and had miscarried one. I think I would answer with, "Two on earth and one in heaven." Then only the really nosy people would say something more than, "Oh, I'm so sorry."
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