I have recently joined the ranks of mother of three children. I never saw myself as a member of this group, but now that I am, I am overjoyed. It's an amazing thing to sit down at the end of the day, look at your blossoming brood, and think, "Wow! They didn't kill me today!"
My first confession is that I see the looks on other people's faces when I enter stores, restaurants, playplaces, etc. with my little trio of fun, and I acknowledge their fear. They see that I am grossly outnumbered, and I can see them getting all judgey and frightened. They presume that my children will destroy said locations. Guess what....I wonder the same damn thing. I have a sassy (but sweet) five-year-old, a volatile (but hilarious) two-year-old, and a two-month-old (who goes from 0 to 60 in two seconds flat). I never have ANY idea how these little ones will act, and I fear them myself, too. I try to present a calm demeanor to not let on the fact that I am terrified that these kids might be little shits in the aisles, booth, or jungle gym. I just cross my fingers and hope for the best....each and every time. To be honest, when we leave the location having experienced WWIII-sized meltdowns, I am not surprised. When we leave, and all has gone well, I am given the false sense of hope that every trip in public will be as pleasant and that we should try this again.....oh, I am continually so naive.
The other part of this confession is that I can also decode what your words means when you say them. I leave the house on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday with only two children. People look at me, cock their heads to the side, and say, "OHHHH, how a-DOR-a-ble....." They think two children is acceptable and cute as heck. When people see me on Tuesday and Thursday with all three, this is the comment I get, "Wow, you really have your hands full!" This translates to, "WTH are you overpopulating the Earth....and taking that crap out into public???" I guess I do have my hands full, but when I look down, all I see is a car seat on my arm and two little hands holding mine, and I realize I'd rather have my hands full than empty.