Foreseeable a mile away.
The awe is understandable.
Four beautiful daughters, so close in age, is bound to attract attention.
The first line, predictable:
Almost as predictable as one of the second lines:
“Wow. You’ve got your hands full.”
“Just wait until they’re teenagers!”
But the worst, the absolute worst is when they say, in front of our daughters,
“Were you trying for the boy?”
The look on my 6 year-old’s face: confusion.
The feeling in my heart: pain.
Sadness that she should feel the need to apologize for her gender. Disappointment that this adult is too ignorant to realize children, too, have ears and feelings.
So instead, I strike back.
“We hit the JACKPOT.”
Four sisters. One loving mother. One adoring father. 6 hearts. One family.