I stood in the grocey aisle at Target, contemplating cereal options, when I heard THAT SOUND. The tiny in volume (but so loud to a mom’s ears) *choke, cough, cough, gurgle.spew.”
I turned to look. (it’s a mom thing, I can’t help it.) There, between milk and eggs, was a red cart loaded with diapers, juice and necessities. In the front rode a tiny, pink cheeked diva, complete with leopard print coat.
She was smiling. Her mom was not. Her mom’s ponytailed head darted from side to side- while her grimace and out-stretched, cupped hands said it all. The baby had spit up and she’d caught it. Literally.
Unfortunately- also like most moms, she then had no idea what to do with “it”. I grabbed the paper towel roll out of my cart and ran over, ripping it open as I went. (I paid for it when I left:P)
Relief washed over her face. I smiled. “Been there, caught that.” The baby smiled. She cooed. Mommy cleaned herself up and we laughed that “we’re in this together” kind of laugh. I held my hands out to take the papertowels. (of course- again: I couldn’t help it!) She said she had it.
“Are you ok? You need anything else?” I asked.
“No- Thanks.. All I could think was, that I had to get the cart all the way to the bathroom.. holding that!” We laughed again. I told her she’ll make it. I’ve caught my share too, and that it ends… my 19 year old rarely spits up anymore.
Then, we both finished our shopping.
Was it earth shattering? Did I rescue her from impending doom? Nope. But, I did what I could.
We can do no great things, only small things with great love.
Dear Lord- I pray that you’d bless that mom and her little cutie pie-.I pray that she’d know that the reason I was compelled to help- was partly beause of a mother’s instinct- but also- because YOU’VE helped me so much, that I long to help others. I love you Lord- amen.