I was standing in line at Target today watching a little girl pick up each individual candy bar at the check out and say to her mom, "What about THIS one?"
Her mom was slightly annoyed and mostly ignored her, saying no or shaking her head at every other one or two. At the same time, mom was head down in her phone -- texting or Facebooking or researching nuclear energy -- who knows.
I caught myself being a little judgmental of the mom for ignoring her daughter and not interacting with the checkout person.
I also am not a mom who has been asked 1, 257 times "Can I have this?" So I tried to mind my own business and wait for my turn.
As mom and daughter walked away, I watched the mom try to squeeze her cart by a man in front of her and as he turned around she was sort of startled and said, "Oh, it's you. Do you run at the Y?"
He was confused, furrowed his brow and said, "Yeah."
The mom smiled and said, "You inspire me. Always running, always working hard. I wish I worked that hard."
She walked away before he could respond and I watched as he tried to hide his smile under his blushing cheeks.
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