Maybe you saw me today?

I was that damp mom with the hairied smile bustling past you in the mall strolling my tot and slinging my babe trying desperately to calm the latter from the trauma that was the car ride over.

I was the one giggling madly at the duster at the Picture People in the hopes of relaxing my disequlibriated and shy toddler.

I was the one that the Glamour Shots coupon-pusher refused to make eye contact with (she refused to look at me!) because, I s’pose, I didn’t fit the Glamour Shot demographic. I’m trying to decide if that’s a compliment. I’m pretty sure it is.

I was the one befuddled in the Build-A-Bear Workshop. What is with that store? They take themselves so seriously. A 20-ish surfer dude was there buying a Pink Sparkles Bear obviously for his girlfriend, and the salesman was explaining the process to him in the same way he would for a tween girl. No, he doesn’t want to put a wish in there. No, he doesn’t need to give the bear a faux air-bath. No, no, no. Just cart him over to the PCs where he’s comfortable. We did leave having purchased a bear cell phone which Isaac uses to call the Berenstain Bear family.

I was the one at Chic-Fil-A that several kind souls helped with picking up the dropped straws and pushing that unwieldly Twin Shift. Bless those dear people.

I was the one at the Picture People buying every single last pose of my boys. How could I refuse?

And I was the one all sprawled out on the floor of a dressing room in Dillards feeding my Gavin while my Isaac stroked my cheek and said, “I’m so proud of you, Mommy. . . . You’re a very good listener.”

Can you ask for more?