To the Mother in WalMart with the Screaming Child…

July 21, 2012 by nohandsbutours 2 Comments

… I’m sorry.

It’s a good thing I’m cute!

I’m sorry I judged you too quickly.

I’m sorry that at the sight of your disheveled hair,
clad in your 1972 floral print muumuu,
with mismatched socks,
I judged you.

I’m sorry that while your child lay on the ground,
feet flying up in the air,
turning blue in the face from screaming so hard,
I judged you.

I’m sorry that while you looked upon your prostrate child,
fingers wrapped firmly around the handle of your cart,
awkwardly smiling at the spawn of your youth,
I judged you.

Because I did not know.

I’m sorry that I did not know that this particular morning,
you did not start off with the waking thought,
‘I’m going to ROCK that floral print Muumuu’.

I’m sorry that I did not know you spent a great many moments pouring over your nice clothes,
your blouses, skirts, slacks, even little summer dresses,
and pulled out the most pretty little summer dress you could find.

I’m sorry that I did not know you floated down the stairs only to be greeted at the bottom,
with a peanut butter smile, and jelly sticky hands,
and while they pressed into your pretty summer dress you hugged your child back, peanut butter stains and all, leaving you with nothing to wear, except that 1970 floral print muumuu.

Because I had not seen.

Because I had not seen that look upon my own face,
that awkward smile, which I now know as a grimace of pain.

Because I had not seen your knuckles white while holding the cart,
for fear if you let go, your fingers would find your child’s neck.

So I am sorry I judged you, too quickly to be fair.

For now I have seen, and I do indeed know, and I shall not judge anymore.
And if by chance, I happen upon thee, I shall smile the smile of a parent who is not thus.

And now, I must away, for alas, my lovely child is busy thrashing on the floor, crying, screaming, yelling, probably over something so horrible, so wretched, so vile, as having to close his bedroom door.

Alas and alack, alas and alack…

PS: It’s a good thing kids are cute… I think it is a natural defense mechanism. :-)



2 Responses to “To the Mother in WalMart with the Screaming Child…”

  1. Aus says:

    Brilliant – simply brilliant!

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