So, the other day started off with a bang…I needed to take my 2-year old to the pediatrician. I call at 8:30 and they have a 9:15 appointment. Sure, load up two kiddos, one who is crying to be fed and one who pumped soap all over the bathroom and is refusing to put on his shoes, jacket – you know everything he can refuse when time is ticking and WE NEED TO LEAVE.
Miraculously, we make it on time and my son was so sweet with the staff and doctor (no one would’ve even believed the tantrum happening 20 minutes prior). He was listening, responding to the doctor, “Big ouchie, right here (pointing to toe).” He asked for a sticker, please and responded with thank you. Wow! I was a proud mommy. Then, as soon as we exit, it was back to things on Eli’s terms, no rush to get to the car (although it’s 19 degrees out!), throwing his hat in the parking lot, I guess what I consider typical two-year-old behavior, but I was sure to praise him and tell him how proud I was of his manners in the office. Now, it’s off to the grocery store to pick up the prescription ointment.
I usually park my car a good distance away – put the infant seat with the baby into the cart and the toddler and off we go. The pharmacist mentioned a 30-minute wait, so as we walked around I passed a mommy pushing a cart with the infant seat in the back and the toddler in the front and pulling another cart behind her for the groceries…we shared a smile and that smile in mommy code was saying “yes, we are in this together, and I understand!” I understand, the very loud talkative toddler in your cart and whimpering baby in the seat, and dragging another cart behind you, and I will get out of your way. Now, a prescription is ready, two year old is fed, and it’s back home we go.
Strolling out to my car that WAS parked in a nice open area, I noticed the truck that has pulled up right next to me…literally, so stinking close to my passenger side that I can barely squeeze the car seat with the baby back in the car! I mean, didn’t that driver know I parked in the middle of nowhere and sacrificed walking in the cold with two babes for a reason! I was fuming and just wished the driver would walk out at that moment so I could share my frustration. I mean I wouldn’t have to say any words, I’m pretty sure my stomping around the car, wrestling the kiddos in the car, would’ve sent the message loud and clear!
While reflecting, maybe there were some frustrations in the day but finding moments of beauty came easily – I’m so proud of my son for his behavior in the doctor’s office and so appreciative for the time spent with him as he ate his sandwich and acted silly as ever during what could’ve been a boring wait for the prescription. These were the memorable moments of my day. What beauty can you share about your day?
With Love, Erin