The Moment When…


The moment when…just for one second you could be that girl in front of you at the check out. I recently was in a store purchasing a few household items. I grossly underestimated the items I needed and I politely pushed her items forward to get some of my things out of hands since I neglected to get a cart or a basket. As I did, I noticed her purchases. A pair of aviator style sunglasses, spray tanning bronzer, chap stick and three guilty pleasure magazines (I only term them as this because when I buy a magazine it is normally for a recipe or catching up on serious current life events.). I take notice of her clothes; a swimming suit cover up with her suit underneath. And then I look at what I am wearing; jeans, flip flops, tank top WITH a sweater over it. And then I look at what I’m buying – a coffee mug, K cup coffee cups, diapers, and a few random office supplies. Oh, did I forget to mention I had to stop at Starbucks BEFORE I bought my coffee, because I was out that morning and could barely function? And that is when I realized how much my life had changed. Obviously she was going to the beach alone; to sit and read and catch some rays. How I wanted to be her for one second. Just to feel the relaxation coursing through her body while she day dreams of what was ahead. Instead all I felt was the coffee coursing through my body and how fast I needed to get home. But when I got home, I looked around at the toys, dirty laundry, bed time books and my kids empty beds. I missed them, and wish they were at home with me that moment so I could give them all a hug. Like I said; I wished just for a moment I was that girl. But I am glad that for an entire life time I get to be THIS girl.

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