I was feverishly chucking my groceries onto the conveyor belt today at ALDI, while my -month-old son was screaming in stereo. (If you are an ALDI shopper, you know how insanely fast the cashiers scan your items.) I felt everyone’s eyes behind me as I was holding the binky in my son’s mouth with one hand, and grasping at my groceries with the other.
My 4-year-old daughter was trying to “help” me by reaching into the shopping cart (except that she’s too short to reach the groceries, but so fiercely determined, that she was balancing on the edge of the cart on her stomach, and almost falling headfirst into the cart.) “Let Mommy do it!” I kept saying as she was grabbing all the glass jars of salsa and marinara sauce, and nearly dropping them onto the floor.
Meanwhile, my son continued screaming. I kept telling myself to just keep calm. This was my first grocery shopping trip with two children. And it was everything I pictured in my nightmares.
Until she saw me.
I don’t know where she came from. But she came.
I had just pulled our massive parade-float of a shopping cart over to the counter, and I was trying to bag my groceries with one hand and jamming the binky in my son’s mouth with the other. Neither was effective.
He kept on wailing. And I felt I was beginning to perspire as I was saying, “Shhhh,” and wiggling the binky into his mouth. The entire store could hear us.
As the soundtrack of baby screams continued, my daughter was upset and whining because I wasn’t letting her “beep” all the groceries before putting them into the bags. (She likes to pretend she’s the cashier. Even at the worst times.)
I looked up out the window into the parking lot to see that it was snowing…sideways. The wind was blowing hard, and it was nasty out.
But then she came. This woman.
I didn’t see her, but…
She saw me.
She saw me flustered, trying to be under control, and visibly struggling. (Audibly struggling…as the wailing continued.)
She came over to me and said, “What can I do to help you?” And something about the way she said it, I knew she meant it.
I recognized her as the friend of one of my friend’s. I didn’t know her name, but I had seen her before maybe at a cookie exchange, or birthday party.
“I can do anything,” she said.
She quickly came over and helped me bag up the rest of my groceries. She talked sweetly to my daughter. And she said, “What else can I do?”
“Thanks so much. We’re okay,” I told her. Trying to convince myself we were, as I looked out into the parking lot and blowing snow. And I almost left right then, but hesitated. There was something I saw in her face, something you don’t see every day:
And I knew, I could let her help me. That she actually wanted to help me.
And I knew I could trust her. (Because she was my friend’s friend…and at that moment, it was enough.)
So I said, “Can you stay with my daughter and cart while I pull my car up?”
“Of course,” she said with a smile.
She knelt down and smiled at my daughter, and began showing her pictures of her kids on her phone. (Because she was a Mommy, too.) And I’m not sure, but I wonder if she may have had a day like this once.
I left the store carrying my son out to the car in this impromptu blizzard and pulled up as quickly as I could. Part me felt crazy, I couldn’t believe I was doing this. But I was desperate.
When I went back in the store she was still knelt down with my daughter showing her pictures on her phone. I thanked her as best as I could, and we left.