Grocery shopping. Ugh. I really do not like it. I try to motivate myself by making my shopping lists really cute with pens, markers, and even by paying money for a cute list template! I still cannot get into it. Some people, like my mama, are grocery shopping champs. My mama prepares for grocery shopping like a total professional. She is scouring the ads and clipping coupons the night before then she gets up early the next day and knocks it all out– all while wearing some kind of platform wedge (she’s cool like that). She does it without complaining… whining… procrastinating…she just does it… and does it well!
…Then there is me… well aware that I have to feed these people and I still cannot find the motivation to get out of the house to do grocery shopping. I should be more like my mom, I know. Today, however, was different.
I was putting on my makeup and I realized I didn’t make my list. I have to have a list — I will buy whatever looks good if I don’t. It was already 2:00 pm and I knew that I didn’t have time to make a list and finish up getting ready so I kindly asked my five year old to give her dear old mother a hand.
Me: “B, can you do me the biggest favor and pleeeeeeease make Mommy a shopping list?”
B: “Sure mommy. Can I use your papers and pens to make a list (she is totally my offspring)?
Me: “Go for it.”
She runs off. I can hear her digging through my desk to find exactly what she wanted. She came running in with my yellow notepad set and an orange gel pen. She has excellent taste in stationary 🙂
B: “Tell me what to write and I will write it.”
Me: “Sounds good to me.”
I began dictating the list to her. I could see in her face she was struggling with some of the words. She is a perfectionist like me. I put her at ease when I told her she can spell it the best she knew how and not to stress. She smiled and kept taking down my items. She meticulously filled two pieces of paper up with all the things I asked her to write down. As we walked out the door she said, “Mommy, I am bringing my purse so you don’t have to worry about carrying the lists. I got them in here.” So she did, folded neatly in her little black cross body glitter purse.
First stop: Target. If I am being honest, I didn’t mind this stop so much. Haha. That place is my mother ship. I may have strategically put Target first so we could have a little fun before the dreaded grocery store. When we got inside, she whipped out the list and that orange gel pen and started telling me where to go and what to get. Here are a few of the things she had down and how she spelled them:
1. Londry Sope
2. Apple Juice (Simply Balanced Organic Apple Juice for the kids is awesome!)
3. Mackin Cheese (because we say mac n’ cheese)
We filled our cart up with the few items we needed and with a lot of items that we didn’t need. I know I am not the only one!
Second stop: Sprout’s. I love this store. What I do not love is that it is forever busy. It is the closest one to a lot of people so all those people have no choice but to go there. Ugh. It was 4:something so it was busy like “I just got off of work and I need to feed my family… Move out of my way people.” I would normally rush B in this store. The aisles are narrow so I would normally tell her to not read every label because people are behind us. I would normally not have a conversation with her in this store because it is loud and I would normally want to get out of there as soon as possible.
Today was different. I saw her carefully going over the list. I saw her little hands work to find the item on her notes and put a check mark next to the bubble she drew for each item. I saw her curious eyes scan the products of the store, wondering what everything was. I saw my little baby girl as the big girl that she is becoming. I took a deep breath and slowed my pace. I asked her engaging questions; “what is next on the list?” “does this look good to you?” I wonder how this tastes, what do you think?” She slowed her pace too. We began taking our time. Talking to each other about something as simple as… groceries. She started being silly, laughing, hugging me, hanging on me, and saying things like “I just love you Mommy, I can’t even handle it.” We were no longer on a mission. We were just hanging. I realize so many of our errands together are more like missions versus opportunities to spend time together. I want more opportunities. I want her to always enjoy her time with me. Even if it something as simple as picking up groceries for dinner.
Today was different for me. Today was a great day. I found joy in the simplest of things today. I loved it. I love her. I love being her Mommy. I love the opportunities I get to love her. I thank God every day that He gave her to me. I pray that I see more opportunities to laugh and just soak her in.
PS: On her Sprout’s list; two of my faves were “letis” and “torteas.” Man, I love her.