Yesterday was one of those days when I really needed to go get some groceries. After being away from home and traveling for a few weeks, there was almost nothing edible in the house. I had even scraped the last bit of peanut butter remnants onto sandwiches for the kids our first morning back. It was absolutely imperative that I get to the store.
So even though we were running behind schedule and I knew we were going to be pushing into lunch and nap time, I loaded up my little ones and we headed to the store.
Does anyone else feel like they are preparing to head into battle when grocery shopping with kids?? List, check. Pen, check. Bathrooms before we start, so I don’t have to stop mid shopping trip, check. Diaper bag fully stocked with a snack buffet, check. I am a mama on a mission, determined to fill my cart with healthy food for my family all while wrangling two children who are very loudly mooing like cows (Seriously. Bubba is really into his animal sounds lately).
But, despite the obnoxious mooing (hey, they were at least keeping themselves entertained!), everything was going along pretty well until about the last 10 minutes. And then Bubba lost it. And I mean, he LOST IT. He lost it big time.
He was that kid that you can hear when you are on the clear other side of the store ya’ll. The one where you raise your eyebrows, shake your head, and think “Oh no- my kid would never do that”. Or at least that’s what you think before you actually have kids. After having kids you think, “Oh that poor mama, she must be having a rough day”.
So there I was, dashing through the aisles with my screaming child, trying to grab the last few items on my list while singing (you’re welcome, fellow shoppers) in an attempt to console my screaming child.
Thankfully I didn’t get the stink eye from too many other people, mostly just pitying glances. One older gentleman though, with a friendly smile, said “I think someone’s ready for a nap”.
“Yes sir he is”. That’s exactly what was wrong.
I’m not a terrible mother. I’m not failing as a parent. He is not a horrible child. He’s just a tired toddler who is ready for a nap.
I am so thankful for that man and his gentle reminder that helped me put my “crisis” into perspective.
So the next time that you are in that moment with your little one (because we all have them), don’t let Satan’s lies and the mommy guilt take over. Instead think about that nice old man who was able to see right to the real issue. Maybe all we really need is a nap.