![]() ![]() ![]() – The rooms in my house are full of cribs, bunk beds, dressers with lots of drawers, and shelves with lots of books. – My calendar is full of events, games, parties, and get-togethers. – My thoughts are full of wonder and possibility when I see little smiles and kind gestures. – My head is full of ideas for birthday parties, weekend plans, holidays, lunches, crafts, and so much more because I have the chance to share these things with my children. – My lap is full of toddlers who want to be read to and amused. – My arms are full of sweet babies who want to be hugged, rocked, comforted, and loved. The fact that my proverbial hands are full means that many other precious spaces are full as well: However, at the same time, my thoughts are racing and my blood is boiling as my mind and my mouth try to come up with the perfect, clever retort for these astute suburban observers because I actually love that my hands are full. Either way, in my classic nonconfrontational, introverted, easily embarrassed, not-wanting-to-make-waves style, I typically smile shyly with an affirmative eye roll as if to say, “Yup, my hands are full. Other times it has felt like more of a judgmental, mocking observation of my apparent pathetic attempt to go out in public with my demon spawn. Sometimes it’s an innocent, almost-friendly, small-talkish sort of inquiry. At the market, at a department store, at the playground, at school drop-off and pickup, at the soccer and baseball fields, at the pharmacy, at the doctor’s office, at a restaurant, on my front lawn - you name it.Īnywhere that I have ventured with one, two, three, or god forbid, four small humans in tow and other people have been within 10 feet of us (meaning they are able to see or hear us), I have been asked this question. I cannot tell you how many times I have heard this phrase over the course of the past nine and a half years. ![]() “You’ve really got your hands full, huh?” ![]()
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