My children had their homeschool PE class at the YMCA this afternoon.
After classes, my younger three joined me in the family workout room. Olivia played with Teresa while Nathan challenged me on the treadmills. I was just happy to be moving. My slow speed was more deliberate exercise than I've done in several weeks. Nathan saw a chance to out run me. He turned it up full speed, then with a sly smile he asked how fast I was going.
ME: Nathan, my pregnant belly isn't going to let me run full speed. (partial excuse, I know)
WOMAN NEXT TO ME: Oh, Congratulations! How many will that make?
Pausing a moment. I thought about our baby in Heaven. I have six children. Then I realized I didn't want to go there with a stranger while working out.
ME: Five
WOMAN NEXT TO ME: (shocked) What? I didn't know people still had that many children nowadays!
That many? Did I miscount?
1, 2, 3, 4, 5. No. I thought about my friends who have the same number of children and my friends who have more. I just smiled and nodded.
WOMAN NEXT TO ME: Do you come from a large family?
ME: No. My parents had three children.
This is the most in depth questioning a stranger has ever had with me. We were both moving, but of course on stationary equipment, I couldn't slow down or increase my pace to bring the conversation to an end.
WOMAN NEXT TO ME: [Looking at my kids] There is a big gap between your kids.
ME: Yes. There's almost a seven year age difference between my twins and my youngest. I thought I couldn't have anymore children, but God had other plans.
WOMAN NEXT TO ME: God's will, I guess
ME: With a smile. AMEN!