Handful of Blessings

At the age of 30, I am the mother of four children: ages 9, 6, 2, and 10 months.  While running errands, I often receive the comment, “My you have your hands full!”  And although it is a true statement, I cringe whenever I hear it.  The saying makes me feel as if I don’t have control over my children, which can also be true, however, I have no doubt that they will become contributing members to society one day.  I also wonder what the kids think when hearing the beautifully dressed and put together mother of one child or the grumpy old woman say make this comment.  Not so much the younger two–oblivion is their friend, but the older hear it so often.  I don’t want it to become a self-fulfilling prophecy or for them to think they overwhelm me.  In an attempt to right a potential problem, I decided one night while lying in bed that every time someone said it to me I would respond with, “I do but, they’re a handful of blessings.”  I practiced my new catch phrase that night with Brian, the hard part was saying it without bursting into laughter (lack of sleep always makes me laugh). It’s been two weeks since my decision to use my new reply and I have not been able to muster the nerve or the ability to stifle my snickers.  Until then, a nod and a smile will have to do.