Being busy and having our hands full...

....it's all relative!  I was waiting in the doctor's office to get a flu shot when a woman came in with a stroller the size of a Smart Car (I am absolutely not kidding).  She had a tiny baby strapped to the front of her body and in the front of the stroller was a young tyke who looked like a young 18 months old (turns out I was right on the money).  The OTHER teeny baby was in the stroller rumble seat.   A toddler and twins! Whew!  I was exhausted just looking at her.  This scene definitely turned heads.  All the women in the waiting room   perked up and we all  smiled, oohed and aahed and offered help.  The mother-with-her-hands-full then proceeded to mention that she had two other kids: an 11-year old and a six- year old.  Whew baby!  You could almost hear the collective thoughts going through our heads..."boy I'm glad that's not me"...  While I was waiting I had been thinking how busy I was going to be and could they hurry up and call my name so I could get on with my day....
This definitely made me pause and reflect (pleasantly) to when I was once a young mom with a five-year old, a two-and-a-half-year old little rough and tumbler and a three-month old baby.  I thought I had it hard then maneuvering out in public a double stroller as long as the Queen Mary.  Busy!  I didn't field phone calls and deal with customers, but was definitely busy keeping everyone content, fed and safe...  It was a happy-kind of busy!