When Generosity Makes a Mother Cringe...
A local Wild Oats market recently made the conversion to Whole Foods and with each and every visit I've noticed how they are desperately trying to change the feeling of the store. Personally when it was Wild Oats, it wasn't my favorite place to shop, but I've warmed up to the store since it changed it's name on the stone building out front. Their efforts are making a difference.
Maybe I was underslept and in a fog, when I allowed my girls to ride in the "car cart" at Whole Foods this past weekend. Or maybe I was just hoping for a little break from my girls tactics, one usually pulling me in the opposite direction from the other, when I just have a short list. I wanted to get in and out, buy the things on my list, easy peasy.
Yeah, easy peasy.
When I placed GL into the car cart, her eyes lit up with amazement. She was smiling and pawing every corner of the car in delight. I believe this may have been the first time she experienced the car cart. You see, I have issues with those car carts. Whenever I look at them, I see the millions of INVISIBLE GERMS, and I can't quite let go of all the germs they will be ingesting. Not to mention the lovely black crud that has build up on the interior of every touchable surface, that's rather lovely and doesn't help my neurosis!!! None the less, I was trying desperately to let it go, so the girls could have fun.
First stop on our excursion, the produce department. A lovely employee bends his head down to greet my girls, wishing them a good morning. They smile back delighted to just be in the Germ Fest Car. Then, out of no where, the employee asks my girls if they like pineapple. Sj immediately quips, of course I LOVE PINEAPPLE. I thought Mr.Produce was going to get a sharp pointy tooth pick, poke a hunk of pineapple and hand it to my girls. That I could deal with.
No, Mr.Produce was much kinder than that. Much kinder than my neurotic self wishes.
For, Mr.Produce reappeared from behind the swinging metal doors with two plastic containers full of pineapple, cut up into chunks. He hands it over to my girls and even has two paper towels to boot, for their laps. I can guarantee you there was no less than $10 worth of pineapple between the two of them.
Thank you Mr. Produce for the girls were truly in heaven, smiling through their whole shopping trip.
And me, I was screaming on the inside when I would watch GL steer the car, open the door, wipe every possible surface before placing her unwashed hand into the tub of pineapple and of course into her mouth. Screaming on the inside.
If Mr.Produce only knew what mental anguish I suffered from his generosity. We were definitely in and out, quicker than I had imagined, but maybe it was because I was concerned with washing my daughter's hands as soon as possible. I even made an impulse $5 Organic Handsanitizer purchase at check out, very unlike me.
Time to let go. Maybe Mr.Produce helped me just a tad, even though I didn't do so lightly. Motherhood definitely a work in progress.
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