The toddler and I went for a quick trip to Target to buy me a new dress.
We searched the aisles; found the right one plus some other things as is often the case at Target.
I walked slowly to the checkstand as she ran behind me as fast as her little legs would let her go.
We made our purchase and headed for the door.
And there she stood.
A mother. Clinging onto an infant in one hand and her bag in the other. At her feet stood a toddler.
Tears poured from the toddler’s face as he screamed that he didn’t want to leave. “NO Mommy NO” he yelled over and over.
I could see the frustration in her red cheeks, the embarrassment in her eyes, the desire to leave the store and go to a place where people wouldn’t stare at her.
As I watched all of this while walking out the door I realized she could be one of them.
She could be one of the people I sympathize with on Twitter every day about their children throwing a tantrum who tells me she #needmorewine.
She could be one of the bloggers whose words left me feeling sad so I wrote her a comment telling her it will be okay and that she is not alone.
She is a mother and she could be one of them.
So I didn’t fire disapproving looks at her or mumble under my breath that I wish her kid would stop screaming.
No, I sympathized with her. I knew her pain because I feel it with my own children and in the words of my friends online.
I cared about this stranger because she could be one of them.
Blogging gave that to me.