Dear Weary Mom, I saw you today. You were attempting to shop with a young child who refused to sit well in the cart. He was loud and dancing on your nerve, and then you reprimanded him...loudly. I noticed those around us seemed to shake their heads and click their tongues, but dear mom I felt your pain. I relived two weeks ago when my youngest threw the mother of tantrums in the checkout line while my daughter kept whining she had to pee for the umpteenth time. I just wanted to cry as the older gentleman in front of the line admonished me for not allowing my child his treat. I know all too well that moment, dear Weary Mom you aren't alone.
Unfortunately, I failed you. God whispered to my heart you needed a word of kindness, but Weary Mom I was afraid you'd misunderstand my motive. I was afraid you'd miss my heart to offer empathy and grace, so I stayed quiet. You probably needed the kind words and relief from whatever criticism was in your head. I wish I had been braver to offer. So, next time I will suck it up, because we are in this together. From one mom to another, it will get better.
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