Thursday, May 10, 2007

Jesus Loves Me

So I took all three kids to the grocery store this afternoon, something I generally try to avoid at all costs. I pushed them around in the cart that has a car on the front-Emma and Aedan in the car, Baby in the seat up front. And I was visibly pregnant. Found that I avoided making eye contact with anyone. There were lots of women there, all with one child, at most two, and then a lot of other women in suits, thin women in suits, pushing the little tiny carts around with only three items in.

And then in front of the milk and eggs section Aedan started singing 'Jesus loves me' really loud and kept singing, only stopping every now and then to whine or yell at his sister.

Felt more Christian, in a psychotic way, than ever before. It didn't fill me with a warm glow. Strangely, I felt a weighted cultural judgment, like I was violating every taboo-consuming too much, over populating the earth, heating up the environment, and raising wacko children.

So I came home and raked all the mowed grass up and made the children clean and clean and clean.


Judith L said...

LOL!!! I hope that, some day, you either put these posts into a book, or write a book based on your mothering experiences.

Anonymous said...

I remember visiting the zoo with four little ones all with matching rainbow colored shirts. If I stood back I could see passers-by give curious looks at their mother. Oh, what an idea for a baby name - 'Rainbow Flower'?

Anonymous said...

I came across this post through a link from another blog and, like that blogger, found it delightful! Blessings on you and your growing family!

Anonymous said...

Go for it Anne.

I have four -- all boys -- born so close together my doctor took to talking about rabbits -- but what a wonderful family we have. Wouldn't have it any other way!

Stand tall -- even under the greatest pressure.

(My best effort was going door to door collecting for Plunket (a child health organisation here) heavily pregnant with a baby in pram, and two small ones on trikes. I got stopped in the supermarket for months afterwards and offered extra donations -- they certainly remembered me!)