As I weigh the pros/cons of leaving her and taking my coffee, a kind man in a wheel chair asks if he can be of assistance. For real. So, I explain that I'm not leaving without my coffee and if he'd be ever so kind to hold my purse and open the door, I'll whisk her outside and stuff her in the trunk and return for my mocha. He laughs over the din of her screaming and agrees it's a fruitful plan. Then, a fellow mom witnessing the madness and sensing my caffeine needs joins in to construct an exit strategy. Plan in place, we count it down - nice man in the wheel chair carries my sassy red purse on his lap, pushes the door open. I lunge for my sweet flower (read: Tiger Lily) and dash to the car. I deposit my heap of hot mess into her car seat, laud heapings of praise and thanks onto my citizen saviors and graciously accept my venti non-fat mocha with whip cream. To this day, there are two nice people, who I owe coffee!
The biggest surprise is that my children are so different from one another. My son is a gentle little man, who easily complies with most any request. He speaks softly and is a rule follower. He's my missionary man. My daughter is living out loud all the time. She is a loud talker, who is fearless -- embracing life with gusto. She's my hostage negotiator. Their one commonality - kind and empathetic to the core.
WHAT IS A CURRENT CHALLENGE IN YOUR FAMILY?
Less is more. (b/c all the stuff makes me crazy)