Don't Judge Me

Well today I had the pleasure of spending quality time with my my niece and nephew along with my children, of course.  I managed to survive feeding them breakfast without any problems, but lunch posed a problem.  We had to go to the grocery store. I get nervous when I travel alone with multiple kids, including when I just have mine! So, everyone was looking at me walking around with five kids, yes five, wondering if all these kids belong to me. I just laughed inside because I knew they weren't and they all look drastically different.  A few people were brave enough to ask and I just replied they are all in my crew, but they all aren't mine. My niece said they probably think she and my son are adopted, Lol.  For those that  don't know, they are my chocolate drops while the other are a bit more on the vanilla side. Anyway, I noticed something that I didn't expect. A lot of the African American people had a look of shame or disgust on their face. I guess they assumed the whole brewed was mine, which must mean I have multiple baby daddies, and possibly I am on welfare too! Shame on them! And even if they were all mine I'm not asking them to pay for this grocery trip! How dare they judge me as assume I fit the stereotype of a young mom with multiple kids using the system to get by. Now some may ask how do I know they ere making these types of assumptions, well this lady looked at us, scrounged up her face, and walked to another check out line.  The Caucasian people seemed more sympathetic to my situation. This lady looked like she was ready to pay for our food, on second thought, maybe I should have told her they were all mine. Anyway, why are some people so quick to judge and they have no clue what's really going on?  On a lighter note, I wonder if I looked good for being a mom of five?