This happened yesterday. I think it means that I’ve officially left my city life behind.
I know it’s kind of hard to see in that picture and it’s even harder for me to write this, but the truth is that it happened and I’m ready to face the reality of it, head on. No matter what the consequences.
You see, we had a couple of errands to run at the mall yesterday. Yes, the mall. I’m not talking about the swanky, high-end, beautifully landscaped, Lululemon-clad University Village variety of mall. I’m talking about the indoor, smells like popcorn, mall-walkers, Bath and Body Works version. But, that’s where Target lives, so we’ll give it a pass.
I parked by the GAP and snuck in the back door to exchange a pair of pants, intending to drive to the other side of the mall to hit up Target when we were done. But, the kids wanted to walk though the mall and they promised not to even LOOK at the motorized car things that usually end up with someone screaming, so we walked down to Target, through the badly lit corridors, instead.
The mall air had obviously gone to my head, because I didn’t really think about WHAT I was buying at Target before I decided to leave my car on the other side of the mall. Juice boxes. Diapers. Milk. Lunch stuff. These ruby red slippers for Meg’s Halloween costume. There was only one bag, but it was super heavy and super full, plus, a gallon of milk a bag from the GAP and my 80-pound purse.
Into the cart it all went, including that hammy little boy, and off we strolled, past the security barrier at the entrance of Target and INTO THE MALL. WITH THE CART.
The kids were staring at me like I was insane. Their eyes were wide and their bodies posed in ready-to-run go-stances, as if mall security was going to rush up and arrest us at any second and they’d have to make a break for it, to hide behind the sympathy card section in Hallmark or under a clothing rack in Express. Everett stood up, at the front of the cart, for most of the ride, one arm poised valiantly up in the air, as if he were the captain of a ship that was forging ahead into an undiscovered land, not knowing what dangers may be ahead.
I have to admit that there was something a little freeing about walking along, pushing that Target cart through the mall, not a care in the world. This is why we moved out of the city, people. To have moments like this where life slows down, where I don’t give a damn about pushing a cart through the MALL, and where our kids giggle endlessly about how silly life can be. If only you give it room to be.