Kyle and I went to a party recently with a bunch of people we don't know. (Obviously we knew some of the people.) Most all the women there were working women with children in public school. To say that we stood out would be an understatement.
One woman had just been telling us about her kids: 2 boys, three years apart, and then 7-8 years later "OOPS! We had twins!" (said as she rolls her eyes) She looked and sounded totally miserable with her lot in life. When she then asked if Kyle and I had any kids, and Kyle replied, her very dramatic response was OMG! (Except she said the real thing.)
We have eight gifts from God and this woman's response was to blaspheme the Lord who blessed us with these precious children.
It was so sad! She later, upon finding out we have a baby, said: "Ugh, you're going to be just like us! 50 years old with young kids still at home!" She was clearly disgusted with the idea.
I wanted so badly to say something encouraging, something wise. But I was heartbroken and couldn't think of anything to say.
Seeing life from her perspective was downright depressing. She actually felt sorry for us that we're going to have children in our home a decade from now. What on earth is depressing about that?! What should I rather be doing? Living alone in a beach house collecting seashells? What a waste!