Third Thursday Thoughts: Giving up the Cape (Or What Motherhood Has Taught Me About Grace
And sometimes I find that gift in the most unexpected places. Like in the frozen food aisle at the local grocery store.
The idealist in me wants to believe that there is some secret formula to avoiding grocery-store mayhem. Or perhaps a special cape a mom can don on grocery day to avoid the perils of preschoolers.
But so far my real-world experience in the grocery store aisles confirm my theory: the grocery store is just God’s tool of choice to keep moms humble. Especially this mom of five.
A few years ago when the genial manager of our local super market met me in aisle one with an ornery grin, an industrial-sized mop, and this greeting- “I’m ready for your visit!”- I knew that the truth was out. I don’t own a special cape, just a five-year-old dressed in a Power Ranger suit.
Don’t misunderstand, I still strive for painless shopping trips. I believe in the power of a well-planned bribe. The sugary sticky kind, of course. (Did I mention that before I had children I swore I’d never resort to bribery?).
But if we’re going to be totally real here- I’ll just say it like it is. Even the stickiest bribes don’t always prevent sticky situations.
My tale of the freezer-dive-bomber is proof of point…
A few years ago I’d raided the tattered Valentine’s bag sitting on my school-ager’s dresser before my Monday morning stock-up trip. (I suppose that qualifies as bribery and theft).
Armed with two bright-red lollipops, I’d buckled my preschoolers into the minivan and silently congratulated myself on my wise foresight.
I’d avoided eye-contact with the manager as we whisked through the door and clocked record speed in the vegetable aisle.
When one-year-old Maggie had grabbed a can of chicken noodle soup like a soldier handling a grenade, I’d reached for my own ammunition.
One lick of sugar on a stick had squashed any interested my baby may have had in the growing pile of canned goods. When we’d turned the corner to aisle three, I’d secured four boxes of healthy cereal without a single argument with my young shopping mates over the sugary alternatives.
Soon after, when my three-year-old had made a dash for the tiny skid loader parked behind the staff only sign in the dingy stock room, I’d lured him back with my felicitous candy carrot.
Then I did something totally out of character. I momentarily turned my back on my sticky duo and paused to calculate whether the sale price of Sara Lee’s wheat loaf was a better buy than my standard green package of Healthy Choice.
My only explanation is this: I’d been anesthetized by the lollipop triumph. The sheer panic of impending mayhem that normally drives me through the store had failed to ignite. Duped by the counterfeit calm, I’d mistakenly believed that I had time to be thoughtful and thrifty.
Adding insult to injury, my baby’s miracle lollipop dangled gleefully from her curly hair as she applauded her brother’s sophisticated stunt.
As I fished my sky diver from the freezer case, I’d begged the Lord to protect my man’s fine reputation as a family doctor and I’d wished – not for the first time–that I had never filled my husband’s clinic rooms with hefty framed photos of our darling children.
While my three-year-old babbled incessantly about the uncomfortable nature of frozen peas, I’d plucked a crimson lollipop from my baby’s wispy hair and asked the Lord if He would please consider relocating our family to a budding metropolis where nobody recognizes doctor’s wives.
Then I’d headed humbly for the cash register.
But as I’d brushed an ice chip off of my son’s slender shoulder, I changed my mind.
“Oh?” the bow-tied clerk had met my gaze. “What was that?”
-edited from the archives
The Overflow: We have all received one blessing after another. God’s grace is not limited. -John 1:16
Also linking with Emily for Imperfect Prose, Jennifer for God Bumps, and Shanda for On My Heart.
LOL!
I am always thankful when I return home with groceries and all 6 kids! :)…all of my own 6 kids!
so much easier to laugh from our couches than in the grocery store! Yes, the “looks” from other shoppers… used to bring me to tears. Now I wonder why more people don’t soak in the great comedy routines we moms and kids provide in the grocery store aisles. And all for free!
Oh, your grocery store tales made me laugh at all of the times I’ve had so funny experienes myself…like when I knocked over an end cap with those stupid giant cars or when my six year old knocked the whole cart sideways, and all I remember is cantelope and yougart rolling away and multiple people giving me the look that said, please control your child. Too funny!
oh my goodness! i loved this post! it made me feel so… normal 🙂 i’m so glad i’m not the only one who lets their children live a little 🙂 love you girl.
Lori, I can’t get the Hearts at Home link to work right today, either. Glad we found each other regardless! Your family stories always make me smile.
Great post! I love the “real” of it. I tried to link up but couldn’t figure it out…here’s my link @ http://lifeloveandlaughterinalargefamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-love-em.html
I can’t understand why I can’t figure this out…i’ve done it on several others and have one of my own…
Keep up the God work
Alicia, this post was awesome. My first born thought grocery isles were race tracks. And regularly darted through the parking lot. I always wondered how those moms got three kids to walk quietly through the store holding onto the cart. My second one came and I learned the secret. She was born with a gene that made her hold the cart or my hand or my purse. She was terrified to lose me. I am sure all those grocery store workers love. We love to know that the lives of our doctor or pastor or teacher are not filled to perfection. Great story.
oh my…i hope you forgive my laughter…luckily i only have 2 boys but they are more than enough at times to keep me from certain stores…lol….