To the Man in the Parking Lot

Parking lot

To the man in the parking lot the other day I wanted to say, thank you.

I was in the middle of the long process of buckling my toddler into his car seat while also getting him a snack, locating his monster truck toy, and trying to figure out where he dropped his water. This all takes about six or seven minutes, which in the grand scheme of things is nothing, but I know people are trying to get places, and find parking spots and can be a little impatient when they see someone taking longer then a childless person would to leave.

You came up to your car that was parked next to me and when you saw me trying to rush, you put your hand out, and nicely said “No, don’t rush, everything is fine, I’m not in a hurry.” And then continued to text on your phone until I finished. This might not seem like a big deal to you, but I can assure every parent reading this has been in the same place as me where they had to rush, or even just close the door and wait for the other person to leave to finish finding things for their child.

Parents always feel like we’re in the way, or causing problems for other people with our children. I can’t count how many times I have apologized for my kids not behaving poorly, but just being kids.

Kids are loud, and rambunctious, they like to explore, and sing at the top of their lungs in the middle of a grocery store. Some people find this endearing, but the majority look at you like you’re not parenting right if your child wants to practice their wizarding spells on every person that walks past your shopping cart.

So, again, thank you for reminding me that my child is not a burden to everyone else, and I don’t need to rush through our routines to make other people happy. You will probably never realize how much you made my day.

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