While waiting for my son in the middle school parking lot, I noticed a woman park a few spaces away from me. Her energy was palpable; she drove in like a whirlwind and sat in her car, venting loudly—clearly unaware of my presence. I couldn’t help but stare; she was a mess, and I found myself liking her immediately.
“WHAT IS WRONG WITH EVERYONE? I WAS JUST TRYING TO BE NICE AND LET THE SCHOOL BUSES GO FIRST!”
Yes, girl, I feel you. Let it out.
“MAYBE IF PEOPLE WEREN’T SUCH OBNOXIOUS JERKS, THEY’D SLOW DOWN AND DO SOMETHING KIND TOO! UGH!”
Amen to that, mama.
She was so caught up in her rant that she didn’t notice me watching her. Should I introduce myself?
“I ALWAYS DO THE RIGHT THING. SERIOUSLY! THIS IS THE THANKS I GET. I HATE THIS DAY! I HATE THIS WEEK!”
As she flipped down her mirror, a cascade of envelopes spilled out, one even landing on her sunglasses. “GREAT!”
At that moment, I realized approaching her might not be wise. Instead, I continued to eavesdrop, sensing she needed a listener.
With a frustrated look in the mirror, she fixed her hair and applied some lip gloss. “CAN THIS DAY GET ANY WORSE? NO! NO MORE BEING SO NICE! NO MORE SAYING YES!”
I briefly considered offering her the bottle of wine I had in my trunk, but quickly dismissed the idea. That would be inappropriate in a school parking lot, and I needed it for later. Plus, what if she took it and left? Not a good plan.
She continued her tirade as she composed herself. This lady seemed like someone who had been through the wringer—too nice for too long, and a good deed (like letting 25 school buses pass) was met with rudeness from others. Listening to her release her frustrations in what she thought was privacy, I realized we’ve all been there. Maybe we haven’t lost it in a parking lot, but we’ve all felt overwhelmed.
We’ve all had our breaking points, triggered by small annoyances that somehow overshadow everything else. This mom was clearly at her limit, but she was still pulling herself together—because that’s what we do. We pick ourselves up and keep going.
After taking a deep breath, she rechecked her reflection, tucked the stray envelopes away, and exclaimed, “Damn!” before running her fingers through her hair. Just then, her daughter approached, slumping into the passenger seat, clearly having her own rough day.
In less than a minute, this mom took care of herself. She released her frustrations, reapplied her lipstick, and composed herself to focus on her daughter. She became my unsung hero, and I’ve thought about her often since that day.
Her moment reminded me of the importance of self-care and showing kindness—but also the need to set boundaries, so we don’t become doormats. Sometimes we all need to vent, and then pull ourselves back together to tackle whatever comes next.
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In summary, we all have our breaking points, and it’s essential to recognize when we need to take a moment for ourselves. Just as that mom found a way to regroup, we too can learn to manage our stress and be there for those we love.