I am not going to get into the miscalculations I made that caused me to have to carry my screaming child out of Target upside down on Wednesday. Let’s just say that I have learned the hard way: snow day excitement + hot chocolate + toy department at Target = horror show and humiliation for parents. Be ye not so foolish.
There was an adrenaline rush that has caused me to block out some details, but I do want to give a shout-out to the lady in the checkout line who saw me and, instead of averting her eyes, looked right at me and raised her fist in solidarity as I hauled Atticus out the door. Lady, I do not know you, and I will never go to that Target ever again, but your kindness did not go unnoticed. I will pay it forward the next time I see a parent wrestling with a howling child. (At a different Target, because did I mention that won’t be returning to that one?)
After some calming down and some apologies, we made up by reading about another kid’s terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. I needed someone to remind me that we are all doing the best we can (even Atticus, poor fella, surely did not lose his mind on purpose). The gesture of solidarity from a stranger helped me find that grace for us both and is what is saving my life this week.