when its easy to forget that we aren’t a typical family.
In between playdates, daycare pick up, sports camp, baths and bed time there is this space that’s so easy to forget that they aren’t mine, especially after all this time.
But then I pop into Ol.d N.avy on my lunch break to grab some killer deals on clearance kids clothes. And I chat casually with the mom next to me doing the same. I look just like her and all the other moms in the store. Then she says it… “Isn’t it great to be able to stock up on clothes for next summer?”. The innocent comment catches me in the gut.
No. I don’t know if its great to be able to do that. I never buy more than a couple months ahead, not really knowing if I’ll have them more than that.
I’ve been found out. An outsider.
I hide my tears in the dressing room and call a friend.
“What’s it like to not worry about losing your kids? Tell me what its like to buy clothes for next summer?”
Sometimes its easy to forget. But then there are always these moments.