So, the next time you see that lady at the store, feel free to smile at her and say something nice about her kids. But don't pity her. Most likely it's her dream job as well, whether she thinks so in the moment, or not.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
You know that lady who has multiple children in her cart at the grocery store? The one with a baby crying in the front pack. The one who looks a little bit worn down. Her hair might have been combed, or it might not have been. No make up. She's eating from the food court and so are her kids. Her jeans have holes in the knees--not the kind that are cool, the kind that actually come from over-wear and too many washings. Her shirt might have a hole or two in it as well, not that you could see it because it's pretty much covered in spit up, drool (the baby's, not her own) and leaky breast milk. Strangers stop in the parking lot and ask her child to sit down in the cart because they don't want to witness her breaking her head open. She smiles and responds when you talk to her, but her eyes keep darting around like she's a little bit crazy. Yeah! That lady. Uh huh, I figured you knew who I meant. Yep, not only can I relate really well to her...these days, I am her. That's right, haggard and worn down, but still kicking. And as my good friend Kirsten so wisely has reminded me a time or two...this IS my dream job. It's hard and the pay is pretty bad. The hours are killer and my charges do their best to make life difficult. But there is nothing I'd rather be doing.