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The pharmacist was eyeing me strangely,
and it was making me nervous. I glanced down at my clothes, then
surreptitiously ran my tongue over my teeth. Then I noticed his eyes
moving between me, my prescription, and the baby who was sitting on my
hip. Suddenly I understood. Based on my prescription, he knew that I was
pregnant. He was shocked that I was expecting another baby when I was
already the mother of an eight-month-old.
I’m sure the effect will amplify if God blesses us with more offspring, but shepherding even three small boys (the eldest is not quite four) through public places is a bit like having a car covered in bumper stickers. People readily view my family as some kind of bold statement, and many feel a need to offer a rebuttal. Many of the comments are positive, and I must gratefully acknowledge that a good portion of the public is still inclined to be generous to harried moms. People hold doors for strollers, or call out after me if a shoe or jacket has fallen unnoticed on the path behind us. Good-natured older women have twice let me go ahead of them in grocery lines, observing with compassion that the whimpering child in my arms is probably ready for his nap. These gestures are hugely appreciated, and it’s certainly heartening to see that there is still a good supply of pro-family sentiment in America.
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Rachel Lu, a Catholic convert, teaches philosophy at the University of St. Thomas in St. Paul, Minnesota where she lives with her husband and three boys. Dr. Lu earned her Ph.D. in philosophy at Cornell University.
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