Today was an exceptional day. I was speechless.
This is how the scene unfolded. Unlike our current situation, a new, normal, school year was approaching. I joined other mothers bombarding the mall to nail as many clothing bargains as possible.
With my son and daughter in tow we foraged through clothing racks with fellow shoppers. The department was in disarray. Pint size shoppers were clearly tired of standing in long lines just to go into the fitting room.
A loud voice arose above the crescendo around me.
“Why on earth are you have bringing another child into this world?”
The question was directed to me. I was noticeably pregnant with our third child,
“You already have a son and daughter, there is no reason you should have a third child.”
I wonder what she would have to say if she learned that at one time, we talked of having four kids?
I was speechless. Those that know me can appreciate that.
What can you say to an obviously irate woman? She had taken it upon herself to confront me over something that was none of her business. There was some talk of zero population growth in the news. Apparently, this woman was of that mindset.
If she only knew. Some women can get pregnant easily. Not I. When I was a child playing outside I had an accident. My self-entertainment was climbing on the trunk of dad’s car and sliding down. Automobiles of the 50’s with the bumper guards weren’t good for that kind of play.
Had I been more alert to the harm they could inflict, I would have been mindful of where exactly I was sliding down. But I wasn’t. It wasn’t until I came in the house that I realized I was bleeding profusely. I can recall no pain, but marveled that mom had something on hand to address my issue.
Before the day was out I found myself in the doctor’s office getting stitches. It has been my self-diagnosis that explains why I’ve had trouble getting pregnant. All that to say, every one of our children took work and are treasured.
That happened many years ago, yet I’m still amazed at the encounter at the store.
My take-away from the experience is I can’t understand where people are coming from until I have walked in their shoes. Maybe she would like more children but for whatever reason can’t.
Each of my children has been a learning and growing experience for me. Without them I would have missed that.
They are no longer children, but the joy they continue to bring me is priceless. I’m convinced our experiences are opportunities to become what the good Lord has in mind for our life.