I encountered three people today, and I wanted to share my interactions with them in short scenes:
(Coming out of the gym’s nursery, pushing the babies in the stroller. I stopped, while waiting for Tim to come out of the men’s locker room.)
Woman: (to no one in particular) Twins!? (to her friend, but so I could hear) Oh, double trouble.
Me: No. My children aren’t trouble at all. Double the love.
(Tim came out of the locker room and we walked away.)
(Walking around Babies R Us, a woman, her husband, and her sick-looking 3-year-old child encountered us.)
Woman: Oh, twins. How awful!
Me: No. It’s actually quite wonderful!
Woman: Well, I keep children all day…
Me: I do too (pointing to my two children)
(Walking around Costco, me pushing the stroller and carrying David after he was upset, Tim pushing the cart. We were approached by an older woman.)
Woman: Twins! How beautiful.
Me: Yes! Thank you!
These events prompted me to write this on my personal Facebook page:
If you are out and about and see someone with twins, the proper response is “How wonderful” and not “How awful” and “Double trouble.” I usually try to be a good Twin Mom Ambassador, but with those two hateful comments spoken directly to me about my children (who are not trouble or awful and are absolutely wonderful), I wasn’t going to let it slide today. I had to point out how rude they were to say that to me about my children (who they don’t know). This is an epidemic, where people feel like they can say whatever they want. Again, usually I try to be good and patient, but the tone of these two women’s comments were so ugly, I was caught off guard.
Of course, Tim’s reaction to all of this was anger, as mine was. You know, every time we go out, I know that we might encounter either of these types of people (positive or negative). Some days I handle it better than others. Today was anger. Tim was relieved that he didn’t overhear the woman in Scene 2, or it would not have been as “nice” a conversation.
After my Facebook post, I was so happy with the outpouring of support from my friends and family. It was what I needed.
And then, at dinnertime, this happened:
I love my children!