At the Other End of the Aisle
Yesterday we went to the grocery store to pick up a few things for my mom's homecoming from the hospital. I usually try to avoid going to the store on the weekends because there is no parking or hard to find parking and we circle the parking lot endlessly around and around searching for someone coming out or a park closer to the store then a two block radius. We got sort of lucky yesterday since we only had to make one circle around the lot to find a parking space and we found a basket inside the store. The store wasn't that packed but the parking lot sure was. People parking there and going about their business other places I guess. Well, I told my son that he couldn't get a cartload of his "goodies" that day that this trip was strictly
for grandma. So, we walked around the store going down aisles trying to find this and that on the list and I noticed that this man who was about in his early thirties I would guess walking around. He didn't have a cart nor was he carrying any groceries in his hand so I was assuming that he probably was undercover security. Sometimes they have them walking around pretending to shop. I can spot them all the time.
It looked like every other aisle that we walked down he was there just walking. So, by the time we got to the juice aisle I figured out that he was there with his mom. He reached the high shelf to get the juice down for her and then he put it in her cart. He resembled her quite a bit so I knew that he was either her son or grandson. Without a word exchanged between them she pushed the cart onward to the next aisle and he moved to a totally different aisle. He reminded me of my son. I was thinking that would my son in about 20 years. I could see him and I at the store and I am at one of the store and him at the other. In my son's case probably because he gets bored easily and can't keep still to save his neck.
It was kind of like I was looking through a crystal ball and I laughed to myself. If my son could run down the aisle now at the other end of the store he would be there doing it.
When we were in the check out line I saw them, mother and son, behind the person who was behind us. I paid for our stuff and then when we were driving out of the parking lot we saw them again. This time the son was pushing the cart to the big sliver truck in the parking lot and his mom followed for a minute and then ventured off the other way towards another store.
It is just one of those things that I know will happen to me one of these days with my son. But for now he has to stay close to the cart. I will cherish these days, the days of staying close to mom because I know that in a blink of an eye he will be at one end of the store and me at the other.
It looked like every other aisle that we walked down he was there just walking. So, by the time we got to the juice aisle I figured out that he was there with his mom. He reached the high shelf to get the juice down for her and then he put it in her cart. He resembled her quite a bit so I knew that he was either her son or grandson. Without a word exchanged between them she pushed the cart onward to the next aisle and he moved to a totally different aisle. He reminded me of my son. I was thinking that would my son in about 20 years. I could see him and I at the store and I am at one of the store and him at the other. In my son's case probably because he gets bored easily and can't keep still to save his neck.
It was kind of like I was looking through a crystal ball and I laughed to myself. If my son could run down the aisle now at the other end of the store he would be there doing it.
When we were in the check out line I saw them, mother and son, behind the person who was behind us. I paid for our stuff and then when we were driving out of the parking lot we saw them again. This time the son was pushing the cart to the big sliver truck in the parking lot and his mom followed for a minute and then ventured off the other way towards another store.
It is just one of those things that I know will happen to me one of these days with my son. But for now he has to stay close to the cart. I will cherish these days, the days of staying close to mom because I know that in a blink of an eye he will be at one end of the store and me at the other.
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