
Laura was very excited about doing school lunch shopping with me. She made lists three different times because of misplacement, each had check boxes and the desires of lunch munchies for her and Cole. She wanted just the two of us to go shopping and take care of this important responsibility.
Well yesterday was the day, cause ya know when else at this point? We had to drop something off at the church and decided to drop Cole off as well, kept Hannah, logistics just didn't pan out for a mommy/Laura shop. So we're close to a Publix (campus Publix) and I ask Laura if she wants to go to the Publix closest to us or closest to home.
I knew she'd pick closest to us, but I like change and yes I considered that FSU students were back in town, but I brushed it off.
We go in and we are in the thick of it....moms, dads, students. When I see the parents bringing their kids to school I think it's so sweet and it was, we just weren't in the mix. We were the only group with anyone under the age of 17. It was tight and Hannah's singing may have annoyed a few. Laura's basket may have hit a few people, her taking the time to check her list may have tried someone's patience.
I watched at one point as Laura checked her list, and I could see behind her a freshman and mom discussing spices. I thought of the different stage they are at in their lives and how very far away it seems and reminded myself not to rush it.
I'll be sending my babies off for a few hours tomorrow that I have trepidations about and those moms are dropping their babies off for months....with thousands of other interesting, differing, whateverelsing, very young adults.
I'll wait for that thanks.
Then we come to the end and I see another odd man (couple) out. Representin' the older generation is an elderly man and he is pulling the cart with and even more elderly gentleman who's shuffling his feet, having trouble breathing. And it seems to me that the son is helping his father shop for his groceries, (probably not for school lunch munchies). It was sweet and made me think.
I have bittersweet emotions about tomorrow's freedom for my child, I have larger issues with someday leaving her at a university/world's door and visions of further down the road, when a time comes, where Laura is taking me shopping and a hope that she will slow down for me to check my list.









