After almost a year of not really going anywhere in order to get things under control in our family, we have been getting out and about a little more now. I knew we could not stay home forever, but I am tired. Physically, emotionally, and at times spiritually. So many times we have started out somewhere only to have to turn back home over mud, lights, noise, itchy clothes, or some other seemingly small issue.
Now is the time, however, to gradually make our way back into things. In recent weeks I have been taking the kids shopping with me again. We have gone to several stores, at times even several in the same day. We have gone to restaurants, even new ones. We have gone to the public pool, amusement parks, and libraries.
Things seem better now, but I think it is not the situations, the locations, or the people we run into. I think it may be that I have come to grips with our lives and the seeming lack of normalcy. I have decided that we need to do what we need to do regardless of the reactions or comments of the people around us. I have prepared in advance for situations we may be facing when we go out. Diaper bag with extra clothes for the potty training toddler. Sippy cup. Snacks. Ear plugs. Water. A dark hoodie. And some extra patience. My normal supply of patience only runs deep enough to cover my children and my husband. I have to pack a bit extra to cover all those people who do not understand why the nine year old rides in the buggy and the toddler walks. Why my daughter flaps, licks things, and bangs her head. Why my toddler is repeating the same phrase, same tone, the whole way through the store. Why my son acts as those rocket fuel runs through his veins.
Today we walked to a “new” restaurant. And went to the store. Without Andy. My children are children. They are loud when you want them to be quiet. They find things funny that seem gross to adults. They play all the time. And they are also a little more. Angel wore a head scarf and sunglasses, picture Jackie O., and I am pretty sure it was in case we ran into anyone we know. Faith brought everything that makes her feel comfortable in a new location- her purse filled with Pet Shops and Squinkies, ear plugs, an eye mask. and water and a snack in case she did not like the food. Isaac never sits still, but did pretty well today. We had to start out the door twice, though. The first time he forgot his pants. David went to the bathroom four times before our food arrived. Then he had an accident in the stroller on the way home. He also repeatedly, and loudly, insisted it is Christmas time because there was a red star on the wall. So most of his conversation was scripting from The Nightmare Before Christmas.
The restaurant was not too bad at first. We were the only ones there. Then three more tables filled up. Waitresses always treat us like we have the plague. The place was new to us. The music was a little loud. The food was good, but the fries were homemade, so Faith was rocking in her chair, beginning to get overwhelmed. David was insisting that it was Christmas night, and doing so in song. Isaac could not sit still. I could begin to see the other diners looking at us. And in those times I wish that I had a shirt that says “Don’t expect normal, because we are so over that!”
We went to the store. David wanted a dragon bracelet. I said yes. He asked for it for the entire half hour we were in the store. “Can I pay for this? Can I pay for this? Can I pay for this?” I stop answering after about three, because I know he is no longer talking to me. But other people do not know that. Faith got excited over a toy. Arms flapping, quoting the commercial. Very loud. And again, other customers stare.
At the check out Angel took David, who was still saying “Can I pay for this?”, out to ride a monster truck ride. I gave Faith and Isaac some quarters. As I was finished paying Isaac carried bags, Faith put the buggy back, and the man behind us, who had been looking at us all through the store spoke. “Nice family you have there. I like how they look after each other and help out. Don’t see that too often anymore.”
I looked around, making sure he was talking to us. We normally get ignored, or get told to discipline our children more. I have been told that a swift smack to one of my children will solve our “problems”. He was looking right at me and smiling. I said thank you, and left as Isaac held the door for us. As the door was closing, I heard him say to the cashier, “Those children are so well behaved.” I was amazed.
Sure, it was a challenge. I was exhausted. Taking them out can be draining. I often say it is like taking goats with me. Except my kids are louder. And people expect goats to chew, lick, kick, and generally have goat like behavior. Children, not so much. But I felt that the children did very well. And so did some random guy. And as we walked home, the kids stepping in puddles so their shoes could squeak like ducks, David saying “I paid for that”, I was very thankful for the afternoon of enjoying my children.
