Anyone ever bite off more than you can chew?
Like maybe you go for a walk to your soon-to-be first-grader’s school with the six year old, almost two year old, and a six month old. Maybe it’s a beautiful day and you want to let the boys run around the school’s playground.
Perhaps you plan to grab a couple of groceries on the way home. Just some milk and applesauce, because the toddler seems to be capable of living off of those items alone.
The grocery store is only four blocks from the house, and is on the way home from the playground. Why not make this a fun walking excursion?
So, friends, that’s exactly what we did. It was great! The kids had a blast and I got some steps in on the ol’ FitBit.
Then I started seeing great deals at the grocery store. I swear they have the best prices on ev. er. y. thing. Suddenly my basket kept getting more and more full, and my brain seemed to have completely forgotten about one tiny little fact…
We used a stroller to get there.
So here I am, checking out with my armloads of deals (seriously, what the heck is wrong with me? I don’t actually need almond matcha cold-press!). A lady walks in the door and looks as if she might hold it open for me.
I’m then taken by surprise when she offers to drive us home, since I clearly cannot fit all these bags into the stroller. I mean, it probably could have worked? But my toddler would have been beneath a mountain of applesauce, cucumbers, organic free-range eggs (2 dozen for $4! Come on people, what is this sorcery?!), cold press, and bananas.
I kindly said “no thank you, I’ve also got that kid out on his bicycle with me, and we live just a few blocks away.”
She replied “Well in that case, at least let me bring your groceries to your house.”
So that’s exactly what she did.
This angel of a woman brought my groceries to my home, and told me about her grandkids as we unloaded the bags from her Subaru. We talked for a bit, then she looked at me and said “I’m getting the impression that you’re some sort of super woman. Just know that you don’t have to do everything yourself.”
After chatting for a bit longer (I’m still relishing the look on her face when I added that I’m a full time nurse and a student), we said our goodbyes.
Here’s my takeaway.
I’m so capable of doing a hundred things, and doing them well. While simultaneously keeping three small humans alive!
However, I often bite off more than I can chew. It’s a humbling thing to realize, but it’s the truth.
So thank you to the stranger who became a friend, not only for helping with my groceries, but for reminding me that I don’t always need to be superwoman. I swear you’re an angel, and I hope to run into you again.