Don’t Feel Sorry for Me

Don't feel sorry for me | confessions of a blessed mama | honest mom | motherhood

Don't feel sorry for me | confessions of a blessed mama | honest mom | motherhoodI have two healthy, gorgeous children.  They are well dressed and well fed.  They have two parents that think the world of them.  My husband and I would do anything to protect them from harm.  I too, am healthy and able to take care of my kids.  I am not ill and I’m not disabled.  If all this is true, then why do I get the feeling that people feel sorry for me all the time?

Please.  Don’t feel sorry for me.

I see your stares.  I feel your pity.  I hear your whispers – Poor thing has her hands full.  You may not even realize you’re doing it – but for some reason, you feel sorry for me.  Let me reiterate: I only have 2 kids (not 5 like grandmother did).  They are 2 1/2 years apart.  I’m young, but not too young.  I’m in pretty good shape, and I’m pretty patient (especially out in public).  I’d say that I’m the perfect candidate to be the mother of these little ones.

But, why have I heard the following comments on more than one occasion?

“You sure have your hands full!”

“Well aren’t you brave!”

“You didn’t waste any time having another one!”

“Don’t worry.  This will be over soon.”

“Can I help you with that?”

Okay.  That last one is seemingly innocent.  But imagine it accompanied by a furrowed brow and sad puppy dog eyes.

Please don’t feel sorry for me.  There are so many mothers who have it much worse off.  Mothers who are ill.  Mothers with children who are ill.  Mothers who are struggling to feed their children.  Mothers who never even had the chance to meet their babies.

I am blessed.  The next time you see a mother out in public with her children, don’t feel sorry for her.  Be happy for her.  Give her a smile, and tell her what a great job she’s doing and how beautiful her babies are.  Your kindness will not go unnoticed.
Janie and Jack Sale on Now

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