Up until a few weeks ago I didn't realize how protected I have been from the nasty world while living in Provo as a mom. Of course I knew that Provo is a LDS bubble and most of the people I associate with share the same feelings I do about being a mother and having children. That feeling is along the lines that it is selfless and wonderful to have children, even when they happen to come less than two years apart. What I didn't quite realize up until a few weeks ago is how many people don't see the wonders of being a mother
My realization of this came when I traveled to Texas, obviously pregnant with a young toddler. Nothing horrible happened while I was in Texas. Sure I got a few stares but, I'm sure they were just checking out my cute pregnant self and my adorable daughter, just kidding. I was stared at a little but it was no big deal. However during my layover returning home a man said something directed towards me that really hurt me.
This is what happened. As I was walking threw the airport I heard a man say something as I past him then I heard laughs. I didn't quite register what he said until a few seconds latter. What he said was, "Hey little girl, ever heard of birth control." I wanted to go back to him and say something so horrible right back to him or slap him or something. I know it is better that I didn't, but I was so hurt and angry that I wanted to hurt him back. I'm over it now but at the time I only could cry at what he said, I can be sensitive with my hormones the way they are.
The whole experience made me become more grateful for the knowledge I have of the divine calling I hold as a mother. The divinity of motherhood can be easily over shadowed by its many responsibilities and by the harsh views of the world. Even though I am sheltered in the Provo bubble it is so wonderful to be surrounded by so many that feel the same way about being Mom.
Thank you all that share the same knowledge of being mother, it is truly a support knowing I have so many so close.
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