Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Bottle Redemption Day

I wish my experience outside on this windy day looked as whimsical as this little lady's day! Of course, then I wouldn't have a good story to share!
A couple weeks ago, I read a very touching, inspiring blog from one of you on your grocery shopping trip to Hy-Vee. Today, I prayed for that same strength and joyful attitude to accomplish a less than glamorous task: taking in the pop cans!
As I pulled in to the parking lot, the thought crossed my mind that maybe I should get shopping cart. However, I thought I would just have the boys stay close by and carry all the sacks on my own.
I got the boys out and gave them their "spot" to be frozen until I said to move. Then I opened up the back and grabbed out the first bag. As I went to set it down, there was a huge gust of wind and then the sound of pop cans wildly tinkering through the parking lot--almost like wind chimes.
Somehow, the first bag had gotten caught on the stroller ripping a huge hole in the side of the bag. That's when the dreaded feeling set it: mommy paralyzation. It's that moment when you know you need to move but you can't leave your child just standing there alone. I think at the same time, my heart goes into weird palpitations. The boys obviously took this as a sign that a game had begun and they started to chase the cans. I first yelled, "Go, grab them!" Then stopped, coming to my senses that we were in a parking lot and yelled, "NO, don't move! We're in a parking lot! Let them go!"
All this time, I was stooped over trying to hold the remaining cans in the bag. I had no idea how I was going to move from that spot without another rush of blowing cans. We all stood there in a daze for a few seconds while I tried to gather my wits.
Then, this fragile old man came hobbling to us out of nowhere with a shopping cart. We all shared big thank you's with him. He then offered to go after the cans that were blowing away. I felt bad because I knew I couldn't chase after all the cans and this poor old man probably shouldn't chase after them. I told him not to worry and I would try to get them. He insisted that we go on in, and he would get them.
Sure enough, he came back in a few minutes with quite a few cans. Then awhile later, another kid came in and handed me some cans and said an old man told him to bring them to the lady with the little boys. This kid came back two more times with cans. I think we actually got them all back!
In the end, it turned out that the boys loved all the crushing and popping noises that the bottle/can machines made. They were as good as gold! The rest of the day, they both enjoyed reminiscing like two little old men about the bag of cans mommy let blow away in the parking lot and about how much noise it made. Then they'd look at me and giggle.
Silly boys! God sure uses them to bring joy to my days!


une autre mère said...

I'm so sorry this happened to you, but it did make for a great story! You handled it very well. As I was reading it, I was trying to figure out what I would've done, and I don't think I probably would've handled it quite so well! Thank God for sending you an angel in the form of an old man. :)

peter marie said...

Oh my! I can just picture it. I have no idea what I would have done other than cry. That wind was pretty crazy yesterday!

That's a sweet picture of you and your baby girl. You look way too amazing to have just had a baby.

Jenn said...

Thanks for sharing story, it made me laugh. You have such a good way of retelling events and seeing the funny side of things.