I saw you this morning.
I immediately recognized the tired look in your eyes as you pushed a
fussy toddler through the house wares at 8:30 this morning. I know too well that messy bun on top of your
head, wrinkled t-shirt that you probably slept in, and the goldfish bag that
you probably haven’t paid for yet. You
saw me, too. For a brief moment we made
eye contact. Me, the mom with her hair and
make up done, cute top and Capri pants, no kid in tow. You may have even thought, “What a treat it
must be to go to target alone at 8:30am.”
I was once you. I was
once that tired mama, dragging a toddler to target to run our errands, because
the older child was at school, and the toddler was awake so we might as
well. Though it is enjoyable to shop
alone, and be able to get myself dressed now that my kids are in school. I miss it.
I miss the toddler days. I miss
Disney jr, goldfish on the couch, and blowing bubbles in the yard. My time with my girls is now filled with
homework and scheduled activities. We no
longer have the freedoms of story time and spur of the moment zoo trips.
So Target mama, embrace these days. Embrace the messy hair, stained t-shirt, and
goldfish crumbs. Because the days may be
long, but oh sister, the years are so short.
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