To the stranger in Wal-Mart who said “I feel sorry for you, you have your hands full with all those kids”, this is what I have to say to you:
First off, my hands were empty as you can see in the photo (had to point that out). 
What you can’t tell is that I lost 2 babies before being blessed with my last 2, so if you want to feel sorry for me, there’s the only reason why you should. My children are blessings.
They aren’t perfectly modeled citizens because, well, they’re children. Sometimes they’re loud, sometimes they misbehave, and sometimes they have complete meltdowns. However, you didn’t even see that side of them. What you saw was a young couple with a 4 year old singing a song, a 2 year old sitting quietly in the buggy, and a newborn sleeping in his baby carrier. If that is your definition of having your hands full, I feel sorry for YOU.
The truth is, I do stay busy.
Some days, I can’t wait for bedtime. My children keep me on my toes and one of them always needs something, but I have never viewed them as an inconvenience or a reason for someone to “feel sorry” for me. Even on days when they won’t listen, have meltdowns, and when it seems like nothing I do is good enough, I have never felt sorry for myself and I don’t expect others to either. If having 3 kids automatically makes my hands full, so be it.. But please, never feel sorry for me because my heart is more full than my hands could ever be.”
Credit: Courtney Lester