Show a Little Love

My lunch dates.

My lunch dates.

It was a lovely day for the Husband Hausfraus, or at least for the Hipster and her offspring. Herr Husband was at work. But we three walked to Trader Joe’s, had lunch at Sweet Corner, made a UPS truck out of an Amazon box (that had ironically arrived via Fed Ex), and capped it off with a delightful wine-fueled play date with ‘Burban Bestie and her babes.

But the day was not without a teachable moment, which I feel duty bound to share.

Sometimes, when Hipster Hausfrau is walking around her idyllic suburb, she starts to feel a little boss. It began at TJs, where they were playing “Tell Me Something Good.”

Who doesn’t want to dance when they hear that song? And one great thing about children is that they totally legitimize singing and dancing in the grocery store. What a great mom, people think, totally unafraid to make an ass of herself in order to keep those babies happy. To be fair, what I really wanted to do was cut loose with some hair swinging, getting low, grinding it out stripper dancing, but I held back. Almost entirely. And then my smugsbyness continued on the walk to lunch; this may have been related to my outfit choice which involved skinny jeans, legwarmers, and some gray go-go type boots with little heels. I confess that I may have been checking myself out in store windows.

After lunch, at which the children earned accolades for their behavior, I was basically feeling like hot shit as I strolled home.

Cute game of crib freeze dance to distract you from the mental image of my fall. Which is awesome. ESA, if you're reading this and remember your blog moniker, this one's for you.

Cute game of crib freeze dance to distract you from the mental image of my fall. Which is awesome. ESA, if you’re reading this and remember your blog moniker, this one’s for you. Not this picture of the kids. The image of me falling on my face as my stroller tipped over.

And then the weight of the food I had purchased to feed my family outweighed my children, thereby causing the stroller to tip back in middle of the street, such that my children and groceries were flat on their backs and I was flat on my face. Yup. I totally bit it. Blame the heels on the boots.

But anyway, the kids were totally fine, the groceries were totally fine, and I was totally fine. Not even embarrassed because when I’m in a good mood, things like this immediately strike me as hilarious. But oddly, the woman who had pulled up as I was crossing the street just sat there. She, her daughter (about my age), and two grandchildren (about my kids’ ages) waited patiently as I checked on my kids, adjusted my groceries, and dusted myself off. I waved an apology, and she nodded.

But then she drove off. Didn’t roll down her window to ask if I needed help or even if the kids and I were ok.

What the fuck is up with that?

I would have gotten out of the car to make sure the mom was ok. Isn’t that what friendly, busybody-small-town living is all about?

Asshole, I muttered. And not that quietly. It’s a word I know Das Big Boy already has access to, because I am usually careful about my swearing until I’m not, and he once informed me that a truck was fixing some assholes in the street.

But then I realized this was a teachable moment.

“What do you think that lady should have said to us?” I asked DBB.

“I don’t know,” he said.

“When she saw that we had fallen, I think she should have asked us…” I looked at him expectantly.

“Are you ok?” he asked.

“Exactly.” I told him. “Are you ok? Do you need help?”

So that’s my lesson people. I guess it’s two lessons. If you think you’re hot stuff, the universe will remind you to take it down a level. But also, if you see your fellow man (or mom) in trouble, help a sister out. Don’t ignore her because you’re worried she might be embarrassed or you’re in some all-fired hurry.

Check on people.

Make sure they’re ok.

Show a little love.

Tell me something good.

More cutie-tootieness.

More cutie-tootieness.

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4 Comments on “Show a Little Love”

  1. Melody says:

    You’re super-right about kids legitimizing acting like a nut in public, which is something I’ve always enjoyed doing anyway. Now, not only do I get to dance in public and imitate wild animals on the train, but I get extra credit for being an awesome mom. Score!

  2. Such a great story…still shaking my head as to why the lady in the car couldn’t have simply hollered out the window to ask if you were OK!! Glad you all are OK!

  3. […] You be the judge. Note that the leg-warmers and boots are the same ones responsible for Tuesday’s fall, and that the dress belongs to […]

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