Hey Momma,
Oh boy do I so get what you're going through. If one more person says "wow, your hands are full," I just might have to say something for you. Just forget them! People tend to talk, but occasionally you will get the one that stops and helps. That one is heaven sent, let me tell you! They will hold your crying baby, pay for you groceries, walk you out and unload your groceries, or even give you some quick witted humor for a good laugh. Those are the ones my heart just yearns for.
That pleasant walk through the front door (if the lightning hasn't already struck) has you full of high hopes as you go right to the dollar section. With the best finds ever, you start loading up your cart with banners, succulents, holiday decor, and more things that you don't really need. All while still fluttering about like you can "own" this Target run. Meanwhile, at your feet, your kids already have their hands full of about five different things that you will have to slowly pry out of their innocent yet determined little fingers. They are too, so proud of their little finds just like their momma, but we don't see it that way.
The battle has just begun and you only made it 20 feet into the store. WHY do we put ourselves through this? After many tears, sweat starting, and words flying, you are still only 20 feet in. I can almost hear it now, "Should I finish the shopping trip? Well I am here and I am not coming back...so off we go!" As you truck through the aisles, strapping one kid in while one is holding onto the cart, the one strapped in has what my cool friends call FOMO (fear of missing out.) Why wouldn't they? Their older brother gets to walk all while they are strapped into this contraption with no independence, but they don't see it that way.
The looks start coming, the comments start flowing, and the pressure is on as you start walking through the store to get leggings for your daughter, diapers for your baby, a toy for the birthday party tomorrow, and some snacks for the road home. Do they even know that this shopping trip is for THEM? They don't and so the cry turns into a scream and the goldfish are now flying, while the cart starts smashing them, creating a big mess, and now you are panting. Making your way to the register you realize you forgot the very reason you came here in the first place. To get yourself some dry shampoo so you can go three more days without washing your hair because who has time for that anyway, but you don't see it that way.
You forget about yourself and check out because the volume and stress is just too much. Just when you don't think this day couldn't get any worse, your son opens a candy bar from the checkout where they keep all the candy right at kid level. Who even thought of that? Worst idea ever! As beads of sweat are now dripping from your forehead, face red, and panic in your voice, she comes along...she is not a knight in shining armor, nor a princess in a crown. She is a fellow warrior navigating through this life with a little crew often in tow. She offers a smile and fights with the idea of helping or leaving. Her mind is at peace with the smile because she has a Target trip that is kid free, but her heart tells her differently. You need help and she sees it that way.
Love,
A Fellow Mom in Target
Oh boy do I so get what you're going through. If one more person says "wow, your hands are full," I just might have to say something for you. Just forget them! People tend to talk, but occasionally you will get the one that stops and helps. That one is heaven sent, let me tell you! They will hold your crying baby, pay for you groceries, walk you out and unload your groceries, or even give you some quick witted humor for a good laugh. Those are the ones my heart just yearns for.
That pleasant walk through the front door (if the lightning hasn't already struck) has you full of high hopes as you go right to the dollar section. With the best finds ever, you start loading up your cart with banners, succulents, holiday decor, and more things that you don't really need. All while still fluttering about like you can "own" this Target run. Meanwhile, at your feet, your kids already have their hands full of about five different things that you will have to slowly pry out of their innocent yet determined little fingers. They are too, so proud of their little finds just like their momma, but we don't see it that way.
The battle has just begun and you only made it 20 feet into the store. WHY do we put ourselves through this? After many tears, sweat starting, and words flying, you are still only 20 feet in. I can almost hear it now, "Should I finish the shopping trip? Well I am here and I am not coming back...so off we go!" As you truck through the aisles, strapping one kid in while one is holding onto the cart, the one strapped in has what my cool friends call FOMO (fear of missing out.) Why wouldn't they? Their older brother gets to walk all while they are strapped into this contraption with no independence, but they don't see it that way.
The looks start coming, the comments start flowing, and the pressure is on as you start walking through the store to get leggings for your daughter, diapers for your baby, a toy for the birthday party tomorrow, and some snacks for the road home. Do they even know that this shopping trip is for THEM? They don't and so the cry turns into a scream and the goldfish are now flying, while the cart starts smashing them, creating a big mess, and now you are panting. Making your way to the register you realize you forgot the very reason you came here in the first place. To get yourself some dry shampoo so you can go three more days without washing your hair because who has time for that anyway, but you don't see it that way.
You forget about yourself and check out because the volume and stress is just too much. Just when you don't think this day couldn't get any worse, your son opens a candy bar from the checkout where they keep all the candy right at kid level. Who even thought of that? Worst idea ever! As beads of sweat are now dripping from your forehead, face red, and panic in your voice, she comes along...she is not a knight in shining armor, nor a princess in a crown. She is a fellow warrior navigating through this life with a little crew often in tow. She offers a smile and fights with the idea of helping or leaving. Her mind is at peace with the smile because she has a Target trip that is kid free, but her heart tells her differently. You need help and she sees it that way.
Love,
A Fellow Mom in Target