A Moment Between Mothers

Someday, I will be the old woman who walks up to an overwhelmed mother in a parking lot as she juggles two small children, bags of groceries and a cart that won’t stay put.  I won’t notice that she has broken a sweat, but rather how beautiful it is that her rosy-cheeked, teething baby is sleeping peacefully against her body in a baby carrier. I’ll tell her so, and whisper, “It’s just as comforting for you as it is for her, isn’t it?”

Someday, I will talk to those small children, especially the chatterbox 4-year-old who is good at testing patience…and I will have patience. I’ll ask him what kind of cookies he likes and tell him that I’m here to buy molasses for baking today. After listening to details about his birthday, his breakfast and his little sister’s new teeth, I will give that mom a knowing side-eye and tell her that Wow, he’s a smart one. You’re going to have your hands full. And I will smile, because the mom bears the expression of a woman who has already answered about 600 challenging questions that day.

Someday, I will call that boy by the wrong name (Ben, instead of Finn) because oh you know, my hearing isn’t what it used to be and that boy, who always corrects everyone, will be so enamored with my kind and gentle conversation that he will nod, answer to that name, and invite me to his white house with a black roof just past the green bridge.

A Moment Between Mothers. (One that I need to pay forward someday) via abcsandgardenpeas.com

I may not ever make it to the days of great-grandchildren, but I will tell that mother about the newest babies I have in my life, and how long ago it was that I had my hands full with my own.

I may not have the same birdhouse appliqué on my sweatshirt or a wicker purse, but I will have the wisdom and experience to look past that mom’s tired eyes and hanging-on-by-a-thread body language and  know that her confidence is tested daily. I’ll speak to her with loving, knowing words that she doesn’t hear often, and gaze at her tiny children in a way that only another mother can.

I will, in a moment, make her feel seen and valued and at peace, and I will change the course of her day.

Someday, I will not remind that mother that she is lucky or that she should cherish every fleeting moment, because I know that she already knows that. I will simply thank her for sharing her children with me, and I will offer to take her cart back into the store. 

I really, really hope that someday I can do those things. Because today, someone did them for me. 


    • Wendy says

      Exactly! I know they mean well, but I think that’s one of the steps toward getting overwhelmed. Cherishing *every* moment is a lot of pressure, and you are 100% entitled to NOT cherish poop-on-the-floor moments or vomit-at-3am moments. It’s OK to not love a moment here and there!

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