Be Patient Moms, It'll Happen
The other day Andrew and I went to the grocery store. I just needed a few things. I got my items, and an epiphany.
When it came time to carry the bag to the car . . . he insisted on carrying it. I walked out of the grocery store with nothing but my car keys. I wasn't pushing a cart with a screaming kid. I wasn't trying to keep track of children's items, or thinking I needed to change a diaper before we drove 3 miles home because the disaster was near. I didn't have toys or Lovey's spilling out of my bag. I had a debit card in my pocket, and keys in my hand.
He carried the groceries. He got our courtesy sugar cookie from the container. I just stood there.
He didn't ask to get items. He didn't pout when I wouldn't buy . . . whatever tempting things came into view. He had an honest to God conversation with me as we walked through the store. I didn't have to physically steer him around customers. I didn't have to deal with him trying to jump only on the dark brown tiles. He just walked beside me . . . like a normal big kid!!!!!
And you know what- I LOVED it! I didn't feel sad for those crazy days when they were little and the grocery store was an adventure. Sure I miss that squishy cute kid, but sometimes I LOVE this big, capable, funny kid. Sometimes this kid is the best. So . . . mom's of young kids. Be patient, because one day. One day you will walk through the grocery store with your kid- and it'll be a normal trip. And you'll love it.
When it came time to carry the bag to the car . . . he insisted on carrying it. I walked out of the grocery store with nothing but my car keys. I wasn't pushing a cart with a screaming kid. I wasn't trying to keep track of children's items, or thinking I needed to change a diaper before we drove 3 miles home because the disaster was near. I didn't have toys or Lovey's spilling out of my bag. I had a debit card in my pocket, and keys in my hand.
He carried the groceries. He got our courtesy sugar cookie from the container. I just stood there.
He didn't ask to get items. He didn't pout when I wouldn't buy . . . whatever tempting things came into view. He had an honest to God conversation with me as we walked through the store. I didn't have to physically steer him around customers. I didn't have to deal with him trying to jump only on the dark brown tiles. He just walked beside me . . . like a normal big kid!!!!!
And you know what- I LOVED it! I didn't feel sad for those crazy days when they were little and the grocery store was an adventure. Sure I miss that squishy cute kid, but sometimes I LOVE this big, capable, funny kid. Sometimes this kid is the best. So . . . mom's of young kids. Be patient, because one day. One day you will walk through the grocery store with your kid- and it'll be a normal trip. And you'll love it.
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