To The Mother With the Crying Baby…

To the mother with the crying baby in the middle of the store, trying your best to ignore the comments and unwanted stares of others, my heart goes out to you, yes you.

Because Sunday, I was that mother.

After Sunday service was over, we made a quick trip to Walmart to get a few items. The kids were behaving well, minus a mouthy preteen, and no hints of future fits were present…or so I thought.

So, I began my trek into the store, scoured the cart with a handful of wipes killing those malicious germs, and began our shopping expedition. I was nearly done when she began her attempts to shatter glass. I seriously think my children are trying to break the world record for highest octave reached.

Axl Rose, eat your heart out.

So, there we are, my 6 week old daughter and my two-yr-old son in the middle of Walmart, suddenly becoming the center of nearly EVERYONE’S attention.

The stares do not bother me so much as I’ve come to ignore them, it’s the comments people feel the “need” to utter…aloud…to make sure it reaches my ears and everyone else around me. And then the Christian woman I try to be retreats for a moment and the “I want to rip your face off and stomp on it,” takes her place.

Why? Because I am not perfect. I am human, and I am a woman who, yes has my hands full but please do not remind me, desperately trying not to lose my sanity, has reached the point beyond exhaustion and overly tiredness, wondering how I am going to get caught up on all the million and one things I have/need to do, plus clean the house and make dinner, everyday mother.

Yes, that’s a mouthful.

But, that is a bit of who we are, and one of the last things we want to hear are nasty retorts from others…especially when we are stressed and our adorable children are throwing massive fits in public like tiny possessed grimlins.

So, back to shopping…

Here I am tying to rush to the checkout lane when my daughter’s inconsolable screaming reminds me I needed more pacifiers (the reason she was crying in the first place) because those things get lost like socks in the dryer. I swear they evaporate into thin air.

And, so, we make a U-turn BACK to the baby aisle. Once done, I quickly head back to the checkout. And, of course, there are about a dozen or more checkout lanes and only two open. And those two that are open have about four or five shoppers waiting in line, and here I am with a mad baby and a toddler who will not leave the bananas and yogurt alone while he sits in the cart.

So, I call my awesome husband who comes to my rescue and takes our daughter out to the car. She clearly doesn’t like shopping.

Gracefully, I had a compassionate cashier (they make a world of difference).

I make my way out of the store, thinking I still had forgotten something (of course, I did) because I either forget to make a list or forget to take it.

I take a deep breath and tell myself, “forget your diet…you need some chocolate and, girl, you deserve it!”

I hope you all have a fabulous week. And to all you mothers (fathers and guardians)…

“You ARE amazing, you ARE doing the best you can, and it IS going to get better.”

Spread the word.


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