Author’s Note: Cross-posted from my motherood blog.
Today, not half an hour ago, I was that mom.
I was the mom who walked into the gas station Subway with a crying toddler, who was angry because we were there instead of on a walk.
I was the mom with the toddler trying to stealthily sneak off because she believed that we didn’t need dinner and wanted to leave the Subway.
I was the mom with the toddler throwing her Lambie around because she was angry that I wanted her to stick with me.
I was the mom with the toddler who gave a scream and went prone on the floor in the middle of the checkout line, right when it was time for us to move forward for our turn.
I was the mom who stepped over her prone toddler to pay for the aforementioned sandwiches for dinner.
I was the mom who, but for the grace and integrity of the hoodie that I was grasping, would have had a toddler who planked herself face first into the asphalt.
I was the mom with the toddler who tried to stalk off through the parking lot, proclaiming she was “going walk”.
I was the mom with the red face. I was the mom with tears threatening. I was the mom trying staunchly to disbelieve that there are other people in the world, much less other people occupying the same commercial space as I was in those moments.
I am the mom with cranky tears still threatening and a mug of room temperature vanilla chai that I never got to enjoy.
I am the mom who, at this very moment, is catching her toddler throwing chips and, probably soon her sandwich as well, out of her high chair and onto the floor.
So, in all honesty today, this is for me. If you get something out of it, great. Really, though, this is for me. But thanks for not judging me.
DISCLAIMER: The linked article below is NOT mine but was posted at Stuff Moms Say.