I Was "That Mom" in Target
The one who had to carry her child out of the store as she cried hysterically... screaming out, "I want the toyyyy!".
The one I likely judged before having kids with a cocky mental condescension that "I'd never let MY kids behave that way."
The one whose child was melting down in the toy aisle. Despite having 6 beautiful Barbie dolls at home she just HAD TO have the set of 3 colorful mermaid dolls, loudly and tearfully proclaiming that she couldn't go home without them.
The one who delivered her daughter who had that box of dolls in a death grip, to her father and muttered, "I need to step away for a moment."
The one who speed-walked to the clearance corner and began paging through the rack of sweatpants, half looking for a pair to comfortably house her post-partum body and half using the feel of the fabrics to calm her nervous system.
The one who left her baby and the full shopping cart to her partner in order to carry her overwhelmed four year old to the car, holding her close when she refused to put on her coat.
The one who barely made it to the car before letting the frustrated and exhausted tears fall.