Today, after a long day of jobs, and summer holiday fun, I was shopping with my children, buying them treats for a movie night because they had been so well behaved.
Arthur, who recently turned 4, was being a typical 4 year old. He wasn’t being naughty, he wasn’t creating a fuss, he was being 4. Maybe a little louder then adults, because children don’t always learn to control their volume. But certainly not being any real trouble.
And then we came to the chiller cabinet, Arthur made an excited squeal as he came around the corner. And you, decided to shush my child. I’m sorry if I appear rude but I could not get over the fact you thought that was acceptable. So I asked, ‘Is there an issue?’ To which you replied with nothing but a disgusted look, looking me up and down like I was a bit of dirt. No words, just a look before walking away.
A look that made me feel like a failed parent. For I must look like the piece of dirt that you made me feel.
Maybe I looked a little bedraggled by the end of a long day in the summer holidays with my children.
Maybe my outfit wasn’t perfect from a walk with the dog and a play on the park.
I am no yummy mummy, but today you made me feel like the scummiest mummy. I felt like a 16 year old with 3 children and no job (no judging from me this is just how I felt). I didn’t feel like the nearly 30 year old who works hard to provide a good life for my children, with my husband of 9 years.
I finished my shopping, left the supermarket and walked home in tears.
Luckily for me I got the spend the evening cuddling my babies, watching Frozen and reading their library books with them.
You may have knocked me down, but my children, they cheered me back up again in no time. Because whatever a stranger in the supermarket thinks, my children’s opinion is the only one that matters to me.
Maybe next time you will be a little kinder to the stranger in the supermarket.