Hi mommies, it’s me, Cara. Sorry I missed you last week, but it was one of those weeks where life happened and sitting in front of a computer long enough to write a blog, or think of a blog, or really read any other blog, just wasn’t happening.
We had football games, band competitions, breakfasts-lunches-dinners with friends, large meals to cook at home, and regular daily work and house upkeep.
I was also getting ready for the Huntington Kids Sale, which is becoming one of my favorite quarterly happenings.
The sale works on consignment, like several sales in the Charleston area, and is huge! The racks are always packed with gently used clothes for a great price.
I can take in an armload of items my son has outgrown, buy the next size up in the same condition, and still walk away with cash in my pocket. It’s like a clothing swap, with toys and more.
I was able to pick up a train table for around 90% off the retail price, two wooden puzzles and a brand new bookbag, along with an adorable sweater for Thanksgiving and some play pants. Christmas for my son is complete, with the exception of stocking stuffers (normally a pair of drumsticks and maybe a new pair of PJs).
I even picked up a new poker table top for the man. Why that was at a kids sale, I’ll never understand, but am willing to overlook and just appreciate the new table.
The best part of the sale though, came when we were in the toy section and I saw my son pushing around this baby doll in a little baby stroller. The two didn’t come together, he put the baby in on his own and pushed her around the building.
We moved on from toys, so I had him put the baby back. Two aisles over, he ran back to the baby, picked her up from the stroller, sat down in the middle of the floor and started rocking the baby saying, “Shhh. Night night baby. Night night. Shhh.”
My heart instantly became a sobbing mess of goo. My son LOVES babies, but to see him show such compassion for a doll was more than I could take at the moment.
I asked if he wanted to take the baby home, and he said no, looking around as if he was trying to find the baby’s momma.
We kept shopping, and he kept running back across the building to this baby. He put her in a bassinet and rocked her. He offered the attached pacifier. He hugged her and kissed her. Every time he would go to get the baby, I would offer to buy it, and he would say no.
Finally we got ready to leave and had to walk by the doll to check out. He ran up to her, grabbed her and marched down the checkout line, determined not to let that poor baby spend anymore time alone.
A very minuscule part of me hesitated on letting my son get a very pink baby doll. I thought, “What would daddy think of this?”
Then I remembered that daddy is awesome and doesn’t care about insignificant gender boundaries and would be happy that the next baby in the house was of the plastic variety.
So, we spent the $3 on the doll, came home and now have a little girl named Bob fitting in quite nicely with the rest of us. It was a sweet moment that stuck out in a week of the mundane.
Please, share any moments that have stuck out in your family recently.