At Costco doing an epic stock up trip the other night, we sat down for a quick and late dinner with the kids (Costco food court for the win). While Jamie stood in line and I entertained Violet, watching Olivia buzz back and forth between the two of us, I noticed a woman with four kids, which later I actually noticed was five.
The first thing that caught my eye was her hair – she had great hair, fantastic hair that was obviously blown out and styled with a flat iron, before she put it up. Then, I noticed she was by herself. She was holding the infant in one hand, after getting her out of the infant carseat and sat the other four children down at the table, where they stayed. She was holding the infant in one hand, and went to order the food from the food court at Costco, grabbing the drinks, and a couple of trays, while still holding the infant.
She was so put together. She was all of those five kids, after she just finished grabbing a few things at Costco. There was I, barely handling one kid, a trip to Costco with a full cart and ordering from the food court. My hair wasn’t done and to be honest I was wearing my most ‘these pants look the least like pajamas’ because Costco was last on my list, half our family was dealing with colds.
I had zero make-up on, my hair wasn’t close to being done and I wasn’t exactly sure about the last time I washed or even flat-ironed my hair, if we’re being honest.
‘Wow, you should be friends with her, so she can show you her secrets’, Jamie said.
He’s right. As I grabbed a cup full of ice, and she was beside me getting some ice and drinks for the kids, I wanted to tell her just how incredible I thought she was, and how much of a fabulous adult she was and perhaps get some tips, during the twenty seconds she spent dispensing drinks for the kids.
But I didn’t.
I should have, but I didn’t.
I should have told her how amazing I thought she was, how I could barely handle my two kids (soon to be three) on a solo trip to Costco and how I always wait for Jamie to come along, and how I was swooning over her great hair.
I should have told her – because it’s always nice to hear, and really, she was rocking the motherhood thing. I was crushing hard on Ms. put-together-costco-tripping-with-all-the-kids. Hard. Costco Mom, if you’re reading this – you are incredible.
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