It was one of those days where my weirdness tripped over my insecurity.
My grandchildren arrived that morning, so I buckled the three and four year olds into their car seats and took them with me to finish a few errands.
I prayed, “God, please don’t let me see anyone I know at the store.” (Walking around in three day old jeans and two day old hair is not when you want to see old friends.)
We walked to the back of the store where the shampoos are shelved, and this is where my luck ran out. The four year old took something from the three year old. The three year old flopped down in the middle of the floor crying loudly as the four year old took off running with the “treasure” balled in his fists.
With the three year old under my arm like a twenty-pound sack of flour, I ran like mad to catch the renegade child. Dodging people and center isle displays without incident, I tried to outrun this small one. Despite my advantage of longer legs, he was outrunning me anyway.
And that’s when I saw her: the woman I would love to be.
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