I Have Three Kids. What’s It To You?
The other day I was loading up my car after picking up the oldest from school. We were doing pretty good and there was no big event from the kids to warrant any attention. However, we did get attention and it was not necessarily positive attention.
‘Whoa. Three kids. That’s crazy! Aren’t you suppose to see a psychiatrist for that?’
An older guy parked behind me on the road and I guess he felt compelled to make a comment about me having three kids. Luckily I was not feeling over sensitive that day and responded back, ‘I think you see the psychiatrist after the three kids, right?’.
This was followed by my awkward laughter because I hate hate hate confrontations, especially with random strangers. The guy wished me ‘good luck’ and I continued to load the kids into the car but his comment rubbed me the wrong way.
Having three kids in the downtown setting is rare and most families have one or two kids. In my son’s grade two class there are mostly single child families and we are by far the exception as a family of five.
I feel like a special breed of person when I am out and about with all three kids walking down the city sidewalks. Crossing major intersections while pushing the stroller, one kid dancing to one side of me and the other kid taking the lead. However, drive an hour east and my three kids would be no big deal and we would probably be getting asked when our fourth would be added.
On Friday I was picking Ben up at school and it was a glorious warm sunny day. I had the baby in her stroller and Josie was there full of energy. We were taking it slow and we had absolutely no stress going on. The kids asked to play at the school park and that is when it happened.
‘Are all three of these kids yours?’
What? What? I was confused and thrown and before I could say another word the mom said, ‘Oh my goodness! This is so good! I have four! We have to stick together!‘. Four! She has four lovely children and she lives in an apartment downtown. She gave me the biggest hardest high five of my adult life and I felt like we had become blood sisters and I almost hugged her because she was just so nice.
I was so excited about meeting another Mama in the City who had more kids than me that I totally forgot her name. Trista? Kristen? Whatever her name is, we will definitely be sticking together.