I took the older boys to Dunham’s to get T-ball gear for Brady. Practice starts Monday. Mark will be handling T-ball practice this year because last summer I did soccer with Brady. Practice/scrimmages were on Saturday mornings, naturally, because Mark works Saturday mornings. I had to take my pregnant self to the field with a two year old in tow and try to keep Brady on the soccer field, which actually proved to be more difficult than dealing with the two year old. I’d like to give a shout out to the many family members who took pity on me and met me at the field on those Saturday mornings.
Back to today. Do they have shopping carts at Dunham’s? I’ve never seen one if they do have them. I was balancing a baseball helmet, shoes, socks, and a portable tee while trying to corral the kids to the register. Suddenly Sully bolted towards the door. I had visions of him running out the door and I’d have to drop all the items to run after him. I yelled “Stop” in my sternest voice. Sully stopped in his tracks and turned toward me.
About fifteen heads popped up and looked my way. It kind of took me by surprise until I realized I was standing near the exit in a store yelling “Stop.” They probably thought I was yelling at a shoplifter and I imagine they were disappointed to see it was only a runaway three year old.
All eyes were on me now. I had to look composed. I pointed at the floor in front of me (kind of pointed, I was still holding all the stuff) and started counting to five. I said a quick silent prayer that he would walk toward me because I have never tried the counting thing with him and had no idea how he would react. My prayers were answered and he walked back to my side. All the other shoppers went back about their business. Yes! I am a mom in control.
We checked out and left the store. As I was loading the boys back into the van I caught my reflection in the window. Something didn’t look right. One side of my nursing bra was not only not clasped, but the material was completely folded down, essentially nonfunctional in its coverage role.
I instantly replayed the scene from inside the store, only this time, I saw it from the perspective of the other customers. I think instead of looking like a mom in control, I probably looked more like a woman on the edge.

About jillo31

I always wanted to write the great American novel. I've come to the realization that that may not happen. Instead, I'm going to write about my life as a working mom to three boys. I figure in ten years, I won't remember what these days are like. I want to record my everyday victories and struggles.
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