Today at work we were talking about coworkers due date, and then someone mentioned that I had 4 kids.
Another wonderful coworker of mine, we will call her Wanda the Witch, said “How did you do that?”
I was kinda stunned and not sure how to answer the question. Then that same coworker asked the ages of my kids. I told her their ages and pointed out the fact that they were all 2 years apart. I mentioned the fact that people usually judge me when they found out I have 4 kids, and mainly they assume that I was a teen mom because I look so young. Wanda the Witch then said “Close enough, you might as well have been a teen mom”.
That’s ridiculous! Who says stuff like that, and more importantly why can’t I just be proud of the wonderful mother that I am regardless of my age?
This wasn’t the first time that I have been judge like this, and I guarantee that it won’t be the last.
Kids, if I teach you nothing else, please, please do not judge someone until you have lived in their shoes. Try to understand where people are coming from and what may have or have not motivated them.
Various media outlets claim to be fair and accurate, but in reality no one can ever be 100% fair or accurate.
Life is more than just a series of facts. There are tons of factors that come into play.
Faced with difficult decisions people sometimes do things they normally wouldn’t do.
Take a desperate mother trying anything and everything to feed her kids for example. She is faced with the option to either steal food, or let her innocent babies go hungry. Other parents may decide to become a stripper or a prostitute. I am not saying that I have stolen, or been a stripper, to support my family, but I have entertained the idea of it. I used to tell Bash that if I didn’t have so many stretch marks from being pregnant, and had if I had rhythm, then I would totally be a stripper. The point is, desperate people will do desperate things.
I used to have to donate plasma in order to get money for gas, or diapers, or food, and only if absolutely necessary. That in itself isn’t really that bad. You are monitored by trained professionals, and the plasma really helps people. What made it bad for me, was the fact that I am anemic and my veins are hard to hit. One instance of donating plasma really stands out in my mind. After what seemed like a forever long time, it was finally my turn. The technician had to dig in order to find the vein. Then she accidently went all the way through my vein. I was bleeding under my skin. It looked horrible, and made me look like a drug addict. I felt so embarrased that I didnt even want to be seen in public. I have never been back. One Saturday, Bash donated plasma so that I could have money to buy Paige a birthday present. I will never forget what he did for her.
In my time I have done things that I am not proud of. However I don’t regret any of those things, because they were done in the best interest of my family.
“Sooner or later in life, we will all take our turn being in the position we once had someone else in.”
~ Ashly Lorenzana