I didn’t notice her approaching until she spoke, but as soon as she did, I knew she was directing her words toward me.
It was 5:30 p.m. on a Thursday when I stepped into Target with my three little boys trailing behind me. The day had been long and exhausting, but we absolutely needed bananas, and I was determined not to start another morning without them.
Then I heard her voice, cheerful and genuine. “You’re so fortunate.”
A wave of warmth washed over me. She was completely right. In that moment, my heart filled with a renewed sense of joy—I finally felt seen and understood while out in public with my busy boys.
This was a refreshing change from the usual comments I receive, like, “Wow, you sure have your hands full!” or the ever-so-annoying, “Do you know what causes that?” usually said by some older gentleman who follows it up with an obnoxious chuckle. Often, I find myself feeling defensive as if I need to shrug and say, “I don’t know how this happened” with a forced smile.
But this was different. This woman truly understood. “You’re so fortunate.”
She didn’t linger; she just kept walking, leaving me with her words to ponder. We exchanged glances for a brief moment, and I found myself saying, “Thank you.”
Those two simple words emerged from deep within my tired, overwhelmed self—who hadn’t showered in days. “Thank you” flowed from me, and I meant it wholeheartedly.
It wasn’t a reluctant, “Thanks, but I feel awkward,” or a begrudging, “Thanks, but I need you to stop.” It was pure acknowledgment.
“Thank you. I’m proud.”
“Thank you. You’re right.”
“Thank you. I am fortunate.”
She didn’t see me with pity. Perhaps she even envied my life, filled with three little boys who need their mom every moment of every day.
“You’re so fortunate.” Her words echoed in my mind long after she passed by the clearance section and disappeared from view.
Thank you. Truly, from the depths of my weary heart, I appreciate you reminding me that I am indeed lucky. Your words rekindled my gratitude for every single day spent with these wonderful children. Yes, it can be a lot to handle, but I embrace that wholeheartedly.
So, thank you, stranger at Target. You said exactly what I needed to hear—and for that, I am grateful.
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In summary, the simple acknowledgment of being a lucky mom can transform our days and remind us to appreciate the chaotic beauty of parenting.