Recently, while I was fastening my seatbelt in the grocery store parking lot, I caught sight of a family in the car right in front of me. They had only a couple of bags, and as they approached their vehicle, the mom effortlessly pressed the button to unlock the doors and slid inside. The two tweens hopped in beside her, and in mere moments, she had the engine running and was backing out of her spot. I watched in disbelief, lingering on the empty space long after they left. “She just got in the car,” I couldn’t help but think. “No fuss, no hassle; she just drove off.”
Now, I have four children under the age of six. For me, getting everyone into the car is nothing short of a grand spectacle—a chaotic performance that requires meticulous planning. Meanwhile, this other mom seemed to breeze through it all, flaunting her effortless routine.
She didn’t have to wrangle any screaming toddlers into their seats. She didn’t struggle with four car seats equipped with five-point harnesses, only to find that two kids had managed to unbuckle themselves while she was busy with the others. There were no tears, no shouting, no dramatic pleas for mercy (yes, I admit, sometimes I cry more than once).
As I stood there, still fixated on her empty parking spot, I imagined that even her routine getting into the car at home was a cinch. A simple “We’re off to the store” likely summoned her children, who appeared all ready to go—buckled up, shoes on, and no last-minute diaper changes required.
I pictured her stepping into her garage without encountering a mini army of kids crawling under the car or a three-year-old rummaging through the trash. There were no bags to shove into the car, no toys or trash to clear out, and she likely didn’t have to sit down only to realize she had forgotten her keys. Her hair wasn’t plastered to her sweaty face by the time she turned the ignition.
It’s been a while since I said, “Forget it,” and decided to leave everything in the garage because it just wasn’t worth the hassle. I can’t remember the last time I pulled up to my destination only to find multiple kids asleep in the car, forcing me to drive back home instead.
Reflecting on this carefree mom’s experience made me think of the daily tribulations I endure while running errands. For instance, pushing a cart full of pint-sized kleptomaniacs who are hoarding candy and snacks, sweating profusely in a public restroom stall as I juggle one child above the toilet seat while attempting to referee a wild game of “toilet-water wars,” and bearing the judgment of strangers while one of my kids has a full-blown meltdown because we just passed the toy aisle. Did I mention the sheer joy of taking four boys into a public restroom? That’s a whole saga on its own.
I assume that mom has been where I am and somehow made it through. Maybe one day, I’ll be that relaxed driver, too. Yet, in the moment, it felt as if she were teasing me, as if her choice to have a more manageable family size made her superior. I can only hope that when my kids are older, and perhaps fighting over who can treat me best, I’ll look back fondly on these hectic days.
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In summary, while running errands with kids can feel like a chaotic circus act, it’s important to remember that we’re not alone in this wild ride. One day, we may find ourselves looking back and laughing at the trials we faced.
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