On a winter afternoon when my son was still a baby, I took a short trip into the adult world with a simple yet challenging task: returning some shoes I had bought while pregnant. My parents were watching my toddler, giving me a rare opportunity to run this errand at a strip mall near their home.
If you’ve ever had a young child or know someone who does, you understand that even the simplest outings require careful planning. From checking the weather to packing a bag that could address any potential hiccup, every detail counts. After preparing, I was determined to enjoy my 30-minute excursion with my baby.
During his early months, my son was particularly fussy in the evenings. No amount of soothing seemed to calm him, and he would eventually sleep in short stretches, waking up refreshed. “He’s just colicky,” the doctors reassured me, “Just relax!”
That day in the store, my son had finally drifted off to sleep. I felt a wave of happiness wash over me as I peeked under the muslin blanket covering his stroller. His peaceful breathing made my heart swell. I wanted to remember this moment forever.
Finally, I felt like a competent second-time mom. As I stood in line, I even found Phil Collins’ music somewhat tolerable—perhaps the sleep deprivation was dulling my senses.
Just as it was my turn, a faint whimper caught my attention. I looked into the stroller to see my son’s big brown eyes staring back at me. He had awakened.
I faced a quick decision. I could take him out of his cozy bundle, exposing him to the winter chill and the multitude of germs swirling in the store. A customer nearby was blowing her nose, and someone else was coughing violently. I could just leave and forget the return altogether, or I could hope he would fall back asleep quickly—I had just fed, changed, and burped him, after all.
I chose the latter and handed my return item to the cashier. But instead of settling back into sleep, my son’s whimper escalated into a full-blown cry.
The clerk was taking his sweet time, chatting about the weather and fumbling with the register, while my baby’s cries stretched into what felt like an eternity. “I’ll come back another time,” I finally said, trying to take my things back.
“Just one more second,” the clerk insisted, pulling my shoebox back. The baby wailed louder. I could feel my patience wearing thin.
As I wrestled with my decision, a voice behind me broke through. “Can I help you?” It was a woman with heavy eyeliner and long hair, her tone resolute.
“No thanks, I’ve got this,” I replied, initially appreciative of her offer. I began to rock the stroller, singing softly and pleading for the clerk to hurry.
“Your baby is crying,” she pointed out. “Aren’t you going to pick him up?” Her condescending tone made my blood boil.
“I’m leaving!” I snapped back, trying to escape the judgmental atmosphere.
“Oh, now she’s leaving? You better be!” the woman shouted as I rushed for the exit. “You’re a monster, not a mother!”
Outside, I held my baby in my arms, his tear-streaked face dozing off away from the judgmental crowd. The clerk followed me out to return my credit card, but the woman’s voice lingered behind me, “Shame on you!”
I haven’t returned to that store since. But as my work commitments grow, guilt sometimes pulls me back to that day, reminding me of my perceived failures as a parent.
In moments of self-doubt, I often envision a perfect mother—one who effortlessly balances everything from yoga on the beach to dinner preparations. She seems unattainable, a construct of my imagination rather than a real person.
This idealized image feels more like a mannequin in a store window than a genuine mother, and I wonder if she exists at all. Perhaps she is merely a figment of our collective hopes and fears.
Now, when I’m haunted by those thoughts, I want to tell that idealized mother, just as I would have told the stranger in the store, to let me and my family be. Our love for our children may not be perfect, but it’s genuine and fierce.
Ultimately, that’s what truly matters.
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