I have mentioned that there is something about me that invites people to say awkward things to me. Sometimes it’s annoying; often it’s just an amazing gift of someone else’s lack of better judgment that I get to enjoy.
I’ve been waiting for the comments. I’m 31. I’m pregnant with my fourth child, which in this day and age, makes me a young mom. In fact, when I was pregnant with Henry two years ago (whoa… my kid is going to be two soon…), I actually had a woman yell at me for being irresponsible for being an unreasonably young mother. Literally–she yelled at me. At her own garage sale. I didn’t buy anything. I tried to thank her for clearly assuming I was younger than 29, but she was too busy judging me and showing off her lack of verbal control.
I don’t remember all of the times that it has happened with this pregnancy, but two have stuck out. An old friend (for whom I used to babysit when I was a teenager), when he found out that I was pregnant again, said, “Do you know how that happens?”
And then, again today, I was dropping my kids off in the child care area of my gym so that I could take my zumba class. A man was dropping off his three children, and commented that we both had three. I patted my belly and said, “Three and a half, actually.”
He said, “Oh. Well, you know how that happens, right?”
I know it isn’t meant as an insult… I hope it isn’t meant as an insult… In any case, I don’t take it as an insult. It’s a “clever” response to finding out that someone is having more than the average number of children. If you overthink it, it is offensive… but I’m going to give these men the benefit of the doubt and assume they were joking.
That said, I am not one to let those comments slip by if I can be quick-witted enough in the moment.
The first time I was asked, I responded by saying, “Nope. Will you please explain it to me, in detail?”
Today I said, “Yep. And it’s super fun. Don’t you think?”