Friday, June 6, 2014

Mrs. Yoy: A Helping Hand

This morning I hit up Babies R Us for a few necessary items for our upcoming trip.

After many trips to the toy store which ended in both Yoys laid out on the floor, tantruming over something as irrelevant as a fan that also happens to hold 12 stale M&Ms, I wisely chose to run this errand without my children.

I hopped out of my car, humming whatever song was just on the radio.  A few cars away from me was a mother.  She had the gate lifted on her SUV.  In one hand was her adorable baby.  In the other, she was attempting to fold a hulking double stroller.

If you have never had to fold and lift a double stroller, it's like dead lifting 100 lbs of metal and cheerios.  It is awkward and horrible.

I quickened my pace.

CAN I HELP WITH YOU SOMETHING?

She looked up with what I like to call crazy mom eyes.

Her toddler was in the backseat screaming.  Her baby was fussing.  It was hot. She was panicking.

YES!  CAN YOU HOLD MY BABY, PLEASE?

I definitely got the better deal.  And I will NEVER turn down a chance to hold a newborn.

OF COURSE, I NEVER TURN DOWN THE CHANCE TO HOLD A BABY!

I gently grabbed her son and held him close to me.  My ovaries ached.

I watched as she wrestled the stroller to the ground and then into the car.

HOW FAR APART ARE YOUR CHILDREN?

She smirked at me.

TWENTY MONTHS!

I excitedly explained that the Yoys were also 20 months apart in age, but were a little older now.

IT GETS EASIER, I PROMISE YOU.  I'M NOT GOING TO LIE, THE FIRST TWO YEARS WERE BRUTAL, BUT NOW THEY ARE BEST BUDDIES AND PLAY ALL THE TIME.

YOU CAN DO IT!

She had tears in her eyes and I felt like what she needed right at that moment was a parking lot pep talk from Mrs. Yoy, the veteran parking lot crier.

She thanked me and was on her way.


Better start strength training before you have kids.  These things are no joke.

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