Tuesday, April 28, 2009
I guess it was about a year ago that I read a blog post by my friend Ashley. I was pregnant at the time I read her post. It was about shopping carts. She had explained that now that she's a mom of 2, she had become that person (sometimes!) that doesn't return shopping carts. On occasion, she has been known to leave her shopping cart in the parking lot. With two kids, a parking spot far away from the cart return, not able to leave the babies in the car to return the cart-- it's easy to understand why she'd occasionally have to just leave it there. When I read her post, I thought, "Hmm. I wonder what I'll do when Eisley arrives."
Well Ashley, I'm there. I have always been adamant about returning shopping carts, and I secretly judged people who didn't return their shopping carts and felt it appropriate to leave them wherever they wanted. No longer will I cast judgment.
It's a struggle. Do I unload the groceries, buckle the kid in, and then return the cart, leaving my child unattended? That never seems like a good option. I do at least have the option of unloading the groceries, taking Eisley with me to return the cart, then returning to the car to buckle Eisley in and go home. That would be so much more difficult with 2 kids. Sometimes it's exhausting shopping with my one 8 month old. Shopping has to be planned around feeding and nap schedules, and believe it or not, Eisley's getting pretty darned good at being grabby at the store. So to muster up the energy and effort to return a cart? Sometimes that's laughable.
Now I always try to park as close as possible to the shopping cart return. I get so excited when there's an open spot near the shopping cart return-- by my excitement, you'd think I'd won the lottery.
But 2 days ago, something great happened. Someone saw me with Eisley, saw me with the groceries, and saw me with the cart. That day, I had been unable to secure one of the coveted spots next to the cart return. This gentleman saw me and said, "I'd be happy to return that cart for you if you'd like."
He had given me a real gift. I thanked him. It's not impossible for me to return my own cart. It's just easier when I don't have to.
Next time you're at the store, and see a mom juggling kids and carts and groceries-- and you're in a position to offer a helping hand-- it may just be one of the great gifts of her day.