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Mom? What's a difficult child?
I was shopping yesterday down in the town 45 minutes south of us. We had taken the girls to target. So we also stopped at this really cool grocery store. So I was by myself shopping for some stuff I can't get up north!
I kept hearing this blood curdling screaming every few minutes or so.
Then I hear a little boy is missing, they describe him, he sounds pretty small. So I am looking and feeling horrible. Of course thinking of the girls...
About 10 minutes go by, they find him. The screams resume. I am having a hard time shopping by now. It is like my difficult child radar is on full alert.... I can't think, I am becoming elevated, anxious.
I am seeing people making comments now about the screams.
This is becoming seriously unnerving. I finally see the Mom and her twins! They look about 4-5 they are filthy... barely dressed. climbing on things. She has bananas in the cart, that is it. She has been in there longer than me, I have been in there for 45 minutes!!!
They are asking here for a toy, she says with this pure look of defeat in her eyes, I am sorry, Momma has not money.
I stopped and said hi to the boys. They were cute, they looked sick, they had scabs all over them. They smelled of filth. I talked to them for a few minutes, made them laugh.
I walked off and felt so bad...
The screams resumed. The Mother had the look of pure despair.
I went to checkout, she was coming up to checkout also, she was in the line next to me.
Her boys were screaming still. She had just the bananas.
People were just staring, talking.
She paid and walked out. I was paying and I took out a bunch of extra cash, I said to myself, if she is still outside when I am done I will give this to her.
As I was paying people were still saying mean things....
I walked out and a woman was telling her that she needed to not let her boys dominate her like that! ***. That she needed to control them...
I walked up and asked the little boy why he was sad? I said that when he was sad it made his Mommy sad... I sat and talked to him and his brother.
The other hootch left and I said to the woman that I saw her in the store.
i basically just told her that I understood it can be difficult, I told her about K, I told her I know what it is like to have people stare at you.
I asked her if she needed help, If she was having a hard time and struggling.
She said, things were so hard for her, she was broke, she could not afford things for her boys... it was freezing out. they did not have hats, gloves nothing.
I stuffed a bunch of money in her hand and said I hope you have better weekend. Get your self something and your boys.
I just walked away. She yelled at me. God bless you.
I just didn't know what else to do. I can't watch things like that. I know I can't save everyone... but maybe I can help sometimes.
Because sometimes I feel like I can't even help my own family...
I kept hearing this blood curdling screaming every few minutes or so.
Then I hear a little boy is missing, they describe him, he sounds pretty small. So I am looking and feeling horrible. Of course thinking of the girls...
About 10 minutes go by, they find him. The screams resume. I am having a hard time shopping by now. It is like my difficult child radar is on full alert.... I can't think, I am becoming elevated, anxious.
I am seeing people making comments now about the screams.
This is becoming seriously unnerving. I finally see the Mom and her twins! They look about 4-5 they are filthy... barely dressed. climbing on things. She has bananas in the cart, that is it. She has been in there longer than me, I have been in there for 45 minutes!!!
They are asking here for a toy, she says with this pure look of defeat in her eyes, I am sorry, Momma has not money.
I stopped and said hi to the boys. They were cute, they looked sick, they had scabs all over them. They smelled of filth. I talked to them for a few minutes, made them laugh.
I walked off and felt so bad...
The screams resumed. The Mother had the look of pure despair.
I went to checkout, she was coming up to checkout also, she was in the line next to me.
Her boys were screaming still. She had just the bananas.
People were just staring, talking.
She paid and walked out. I was paying and I took out a bunch of extra cash, I said to myself, if she is still outside when I am done I will give this to her.
As I was paying people were still saying mean things....
I walked out and a woman was telling her that she needed to not let her boys dominate her like that! ***. That she needed to control them...
I walked up and asked the little boy why he was sad? I said that when he was sad it made his Mommy sad... I sat and talked to him and his brother.
The other hootch left and I said to the woman that I saw her in the store.
i basically just told her that I understood it can be difficult, I told her about K, I told her I know what it is like to have people stare at you.
I asked her if she needed help, If she was having a hard time and struggling.
She said, things were so hard for her, she was broke, she could not afford things for her boys... it was freezing out. they did not have hats, gloves nothing.
I stuffed a bunch of money in her hand and said I hope you have better weekend. Get your self something and your boys.
I just walked away. She yelled at me. God bless you.
I just didn't know what else to do. I can't watch things like that. I know I can't save everyone... but maybe I can help sometimes.
Because sometimes I feel like I can't even help my own family...
