I spent last night with fellow High School alumni women. It was a celebration of female graduates from the past 20 years. So there were woman aging from 38 to 17 years of age, plus a handful of teachers.
I had a very nice time sipping wine and talking to women that I haven’t seen in 20 years. Twenty years sounds like a very long time. Everyone looked great. I was surrounded by beautiful woman of all ages, with sun-kissed cheeks and smiling faces. It looked as if a good time was had by all.
There were contests at the end of the evening. Who traveled the farthest, the most jobs, and of course, the most children. And yes, I won. I guess it REALLY hasn’t occurred to me that six is a large number of children. Am I insane? Maybe mentally deranged? Am I fooled because they are all so small still? They really don’t take up a lot of space yet.
I got the “how do you do it” questions, the “you look so great for having six kids comments.” You see, I have not had to talk about the logistics of our particular family tree. “Well one was the bonus prize that came with my husband, I gave birth to 3 in three and a half years, and we just adopted two girls from Guatemala this year,” was my normal response to them. I don’t want to have to do this all the time. My STEP SON is my first son. I don’t care what people say, and the girls are my girls. I don’t want to have to discuss their adoption every time we discuss them. I know it will be inevitable though. They are only 6 months apart and they are OBVIOUSLY not twins. I just don’t want them to have to hear their history every time someone asks the “HOW” questions. I know this is my issue. I will grow and mature with my children.
I also got, “are you finished having kids?” “You’ll know at our 20th reunion I guess,” was my response. Maybe I am crazy.
Well, I’m rambling now. I’m always rambling. I can’t seem to hold a thought longer than 3 minutes.
I blame my children, all six of them.
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