You know the old saying….
How many times have you been quick to judge so-and-so for marrying “Mr. Moneybags” when she came from nothing & “changed” once she did? Or what about accusing your significant other of doing the same dirty deeds that his/her friend does, just because they’re friends?
I know I have and sometimes still do..
What’s frustrating is how quick we turn our noses at those we find to be in categories we deem inadequate to be our own. Whether it be jealousy, envy, disgust..even if you fill in the adjective with whatever descriptive word suits you, it still won’t justify the action.
Ever since having triplets, I find myself being forced into a “club” of sorts that I could really care less to be in. I’m not an attention seeker and am far from flamboyant….wait. Maybe just a tad colorful, but not when it comes to demanding the spotlight. The last thing on my daily list of do’s & do nots is trying to show off. I have no desire to be in a group of classless people who choose to do nothing more than flaunt money in tasteless material garb and talk about others’ “less fortunate” lifestyle as it’s so tactlessly described.
Don’t get me wrong, I admire the colors in your Chanel sweater, but I can guarantee you with one snag, that sweater will become nothing more than a ball of yarn. ;-) I’ll gladly stick with my Dillard’s clearance rack or TJ Maxx find that-happens-to-be-one-or-two-seasons-ago Style, that’ll last me a lifetime. Not to mention, I drive the same damn vehicle as you (the less luxurious branded one) with half the cost, yet you somehow think you’re better than me? I think not! Besides…I enjoy It’s price tag way more than yours, & I’ll still have money left over for another, should I so desire to indulge.
But I digress.
I never took into consideration the celebrity status that goes along with have 3 babies at once. No offense twin mamas, but you’re sort of the norm these days… People always say they want or wished they’d had twins, but no one EVER says they want triplets. Everywhere I go, especially with kids in tow, it’s a spectacle. More like a circus freak show. And, I’m not the least bit entertained. Really. Seriously. Some places even mark up the cost of things as if I’m a dummy of sorts and have the “Mrs. Moneybags” label tattooed on my face.
Just once, I’d love to get to my destination without you asking me if they’re twins. No they’re not, can’t you count? Better yet, can you read? There’s a nice bright sign right above my kids’ heads that reads “Your germs are too big for me. Please do not touch.” yet for some reason, you try my patience and attempt anyway. Don’t feel sorry for me, I’m rather happy to have my children. I’m not struggling and it’s not as hard as people put it off to be. It’s a challenge, but I’m very welcoming to those sorts of things.
I’m trying hard to put forth sincere effort in this nice person gig and you’re starting to piss me off…
I don’t fit in this category of the “New-age Mom.” Apparently it’s the wave of SAHM’s that have rich husbands and secure their lifestyles by popping out children. Whatever floats your boat, but that’s not me. While I am a SAHM for the time being, it’s because I want to enjoy what I fought so hard for, to be a MOM. Not to galavant around town while my nanny does the rearing. Nope. Not me. If I’m gonna have someone else raising my brood, you best believe I will be bringing something to the table financially.
What I want to say is this: Don’t judge me, I won’t judge you. You live in your little bubble and I’ll stay out here in the real world. Don’t put me in a category and I won’t categorize you. Be polite. I’ll do the same. Act right, You’ll get mutual respect from me. But never for once think we flock together, just because we share one common thread….
I’m modest, down-to-earth, and very outspoken. I definitely don’t fit the mold of a typical multiples Mom and am rather glad I don’t. I have friends in all income levels. I keep it real, buy clearance handbags, raise my own kids that I struggled for and am truly blessed with, and push my own stroller….with no help. I can open my own doors, and wash my own dishes. I refuse to hire a maid…Yet, I still can rock with the best of many worlds…. I’m a chameleon of sorts, but no less adequate than you are.
I guess that means I’m not a bird after all……