A few minutes later I am in the baby section because I simply have to look. Even if I know I'm not buying. I love the smell of the diaper aisle, even though we don't use disposables. The smell reminds me of brand new fresh baked baby. I love it. We are just arriving when I hear a familiar sound. A child is losing their shit. Bad. I round the corner to find a mama looking stressed as her two-ish year old child throws an award worthy tantrum in the cart. Complete with red face, purple lips, shaking cart and flying snot. This kid is pissed. And mom is looking like she could use a stiff drink. For two seconds I thought, "Get out of here before Plum catches wind that a tantrum is possible". I didn't have to be there, I'd come for the pleasant baby powder smells. I could jet the other way. But then I changed my mind. So I manuvered my cart so that Plum was practically side by side to this lil shrieking angel and it gets her attention. Plum begins to laugh at the little girl (this is her go to "WTF?" response). And the little girl smiles at Plum. The two begin to giggle at eachother. The little girl says, "baby!". I look to the mom and say, "wanna borrow my baby for the rest of your shopping?" and we both laugh. I start telling the mom the story of last week when Mr. Pants bum rushed the tax preperation stands at Walmart and tried to rip the curtains from their shoddy frames. I told her that I simply wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. Her face relaxes, she laughs and we start talking. Just for a few minutes. Just enough to help. She tells me that she gets so embarressed when her child acts this way in public and I tell her that even though some people will glare and be awful, most people have been there. Kids are crazy. It's in their job description to go apeshit at the store at least once a week. And she laughs. Plum and I get back to business and I didn't here that girl cry again. And if her original performance was any indication, I would have.
Now I'm off to grab some produce on my way to the checkout when Plum has had enough because I have dawdled and apparently chatted with everyone and she is no longer cool with it. She has decided that she will try to jump from the seat. See Plum is a juicy girl and I am completely serious when I tell you that those belts in the carts? They don't fit her. So I stuff things around her and never turn my back on the cart. Because I knew this revelation would eventually come to her. "I can jump!". So I am trying to man handle my baby back into the seat and keep her there for the last leg of our trip when she loses it. She is now officially pissed at me. When a little girl, maybe ten walks over and says "Oh what's wrong, baby?" and distracts my little baby Knievel long enough for me to get some yellow squash and pears. Thanks little girl, I'm so glad you were on spring break today. I owe you one.
At the check out we run into the frozen aisle grandpa. We exchange hellos like old friends. And genuine smiles. Not those "I'm smiling because you are smiling" ones. And as he heads out he says, "Thank you for your help. Your baby is an angel". And I think, "Well yes, she is. But you also didn't see her go to her crazy place and sprout a snaggle tooth by the apples. But you're right, she sure is"
I left the store smiling. With a reminder to not jump to conclusions about people. And to try and conciously stop my mind from going to the "are you a baby snatcher?" place so quickly. People are good. I've said it before. But today I was reminded to practice that thinking a little more. And I am grateful for that.