{"id":2659,"date":"2016-04-06T17:00:52","date_gmt":"2016-04-06T21:00:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/?p=2659"},"modified":"2016-04-06T17:04:06","modified_gmt":"2016-04-06T21:04:06","slug":"what-would-you-do","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/what-would-you-do\/","title":{"rendered":"What Would You Do?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The other week Zara and I were shopping at Marshalls after my prenatal appointment. \u00a0It was pretty busy like it usually is in the afternoons. \u00a0Normally, I don&#8217;t pay much attention to other shoppers unless I&#8217;m standing in line people watching; but this time I ran into the same mom twice. \u00a0I still probably wouldn&#8217;t have even noticed except that she had two boys just younger than\u00a0the ages of ours. \u00a0And there was a <em>lot<\/em> of yelling. \u00a0Neither one of the boys was staying with her and the youngest, who was maybe six, was in under clothes racks, tunneling through clothes like a rabbit creating a new burrow. \u00a0Did I mention yelling? Oh, yeah? That was the mom. \u00a0The boys didn&#8217;t seem to hear her.<\/p>\n<p>She had clearly had it.<\/p>\n<p>I finished looking and got into the checkout line.<\/p>\n<p>Unknown to me (until the yelling started again), she was in line behind me.<\/p>\n<p>The yelling got worse. \u00a0The littlest kid whined and she snapped that he&#8217;d just lost his privilege of stopping at Toys R Us. \u00a0He whined some more and she <del>said<\/del> yelled, &#8220;No, I mean it.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He spit at her.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m not even kidding. \u00a0It was kind of a spluttery, lots of air included spit, but clearly intended to be a spit.<\/p>\n<p>About that time, Zara peers around my shoulder at their little family, makes eye contact with the mom, and breaks into one of her biggest smiles.<\/p>\n<p>I didn&#8217;t even turn around; but her words pierced the entire area. \u00a0&#8220;Yes, I see you being all cute. \u00a0But I&#8217;m sure you have your moments, too.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>That&#8217;s not the question. \u00a0Zara definitely has her moments. \u00a0But in my head, I wondered how overwhelmed a mom has to be to get snarky with a two year old who smiles at her?<\/p>\n<p>We checked out while her son walked over in front of the door and picked at the floral display while his mom tried to ignore him and then said, &#8220;Do you want to get picked up by someone? Get back over here.&#8221; \u00a0I had Zara buckled and\u00a0crawled into my own seat just in time to see her forcibly dragging a very reluctant boy across the parking lot. \u00a0The doors were closed but her facial expression and mouth movement when they crawled into their own car was telling.<\/p>\n<p>And all the while, I watched helplessly.<\/p>\n<p>What is there to do? \u00a0We all know moments of frustration. \u00a0But there was something in the level of their interaction that spoke of living this way a lot. \u00a0He was six for crying out loud. \u00a0Not two and missing his nap. \u00a0Not thirteen and belligerent. \u00a0Just six. \u00a0There was a side of me that wished for a business card for <a href=\"http:\/\/www.alleganyboyscamp.org\" target=\"_blank\">Allegany Boys Camp<\/a> so I could have scrawled, &#8220;Hang onto\u00a0this for three years. \u00a0I suspect you&#8217;re going to want\u00a0it.&#8221; and quietly given it to her. \u00a0There was a side of me that wished I could think of something encouraging to say &#8230;.. anything. \u00a0A &#8220;hang in there, you&#8217;re going to make it,&#8221; kind of message. \u00a0After the way Zara&#8217;s smile antagonized her, I&#8217;m not convinced anything could have felt encouraging. \u00a0There was a lot of me that ached inside for that kid and his mama and the life they&#8217;re living.<\/p>\n<p>I really don&#8217;t like seeing pain happening.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/04\/Oct-15-63-of-79.jpg\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-2661\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-large wp-image-2661\" src=\"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/04\/Oct-15-63-of-79-1024x683.jpg\" alt=\"Oct 15 (63 of 79)\" width=\"700\" height=\"467\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/04\/Oct-15-63-of-79-1024x683.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/04\/Oct-15-63-of-79-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/04\/Oct-15-63-of-79-768x512.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 700px) 100vw, 700px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Have you ever run into a really upset family in public and have you ever had the courage to speak into it? Have you ever been that mama? What would have spoken hope to your heart?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The other week Zara and I were shopping at Marshalls after my prenatal appointment. \u00a0It was pretty busy like it usually is in the afternoons. \u00a0Normally, I don&#8217;t pay much&hellip; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[3,49],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2659","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-boys-camp","category-thinking-thoughts"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p39ynQ-GT","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2659","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2659"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2659\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2663,"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2659\/revisions\/2663"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2659"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2659"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2659"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}