I Just Wanna Say To All Bystanders...

That I will never roll my eye's at a young mom in the check out lane.

Never!

Shopping is never an easy thing with kids. And when I say shopping, I mean throwing things in the cart/stroller at random while trying to tame my many small children. With multiples, and in our case multiple multiples, my #1 goal in any store, is to just survive. I've got 1 hanging on the end of the stroller, 1 crying, 1 sleeping, and 2 fighting over a coloring book that we're not even buying. I'm checking my list, and I'm begging them to behave. After all, we are in public.

As I'm scanning down my list, I'm asking myself, "what can we do without…what items are not worth another multiple meltdown?" I know, you've been there right? Pleeaase tell me you've been there.

I announce that we are leaving, and to my surprise, they are equally as upset about leaving as they are about being there in the first place. Strange, aren't they? Very cute, but very hard to please at times. I guess the popcorn euphoria had worn off, and I have no more tricks up my sleeve. It's time to make an exit, fast. The shopping trip is over, no matter what we are leaving without. We are check-out bound.

Why do I have to deal with the woman behind me huffing and puffing because my kids are pulling candy off the shelves, and asking for just "one more fing!"

I tell you, mothers - I refuse to huff and puff when my kids are grown.

I want to say to her, "remember when you were (kinda) in my shoes, and apologizing for everything your kids were doing?"

You don't? Well I will.

I will offer a hand, instead of an annoying glare. I will never say, "are they all yours!?"
I will never ask if you had fertility treatment. Your ovulation is your business. Sheesh.
"You know how to stop that, right!?", will never come out of my mouth!

These kiddos are a blessing. That they are God's Grace in my life. An actual picture of His love. Thankyouverymuch.

I will look back and be thankful that I squeezed my little ladies every chance I got. I will be thankful that I didn't let bystanders useless comments get to me.

I'm over you, bystanders!

I'm over the fact that you think these little angels are an inconvenience. I'm not going to worry about one of my Little's asking how old you are, or why you have sandals on when there is snow on the ground. They're kids...they are curious!

I'll never come by a set of multiples and ask 100 questions while I ignore the singleton standing there. Do you not see this eager, sweet, little 5yr old standing here? I will make a big deal about the "singleton." After all, they are our helpers...she, is often my sanity.

So don't worry. If I see you in the store and your kids are opening every door in the freezer section...I will smile.

And maybe laugh.

I will always remember these sweet, crazy days - here in the trenches of motherhood.