Going to the store with three kids under the age of five on your own is not the easiest thing to do. While one is headed in a different direction, another is trying to hide in the clothing racks, and yet another is sitting in the cart crying as loud as possible. You may be laughing—but it’s because you know it’s true. If you haven’t experience it personally, you’ve seen a mom in a very similar situation. It can be frustrating and very exhausting, both physically and emotionally.
In this case, I’ve enjoyed the small number of quick trips in which I’ve been able to take my oldest daughter to the store for a few items. She recently turned four years old, and she loves any attention she can get.
First of all, as we walk to the store, she always tells—no, make that screams at—oncoming cars to stop so we can cross the parking aisle and get inside.
Once we’re in the store, it never fails that she says, “Hi!” to every single person we pass. Then, after they say hello back, she begins to tell them about what we plan on getting at the store, her little brother and sister, or anything else that comes to mind. (If you know my daughter, you know that can be pretty entertaining.)
As we’re hunting down the items we need, she tells me a story about a princess or horses. If she’s not telling me a story, we sing songs—and not very quietly. If we don’t know the song playing in the store, we pick one we do know. (“Real Gone” by Sheryl Crow and “Life Is a Highway” by Rascal Flatts have been a couple of favorites lately.)
After we finally get everything we needed, we head to the cash register. That’s where she starts the conversation with the cashier, listing the items we bought or what we’re going to do once we get home.
Then, we’re headed back to the car. After stepping outside, we always hold hands and skip together as we cross the parking lot (watching out for traffic, of course).
On our mother-daughter trips, it may look like we’re losing our minds and have no concern for the people around us. I hope it looks more like a mother and daughter who are having fun, regardless of the way it appears to others. She always brings a smile to her worn-out mom and usually to most of the people she stops along the way. And if I can bring a smile to her face by acting a little sillier than I normally would, what’s the harm?