You were rude. You pushed by me and barked, “I was in line.” You glared at me because you had apparently been waiting before I got there, had to step out for a moment, and didn’t want to lose your place. You snapped at a total stranger who did nothing wrong.
And you know what? I’m fine with it.
I’m fine with it because I get it. You had your two kids with you. They were on the verge of melting down. You probably hadn’t had your coffee yet and you needed it. You needed it to handle the 15 tantrums your toddler was going to have before noon. You needed it to tackle the enormous laundry pile that awaited you at home. You needed it because you haven’t slept a full night in years. Or had a real conversation with an adult. Or a moment to shower.
I didn’t have my kids with me. They were outside with dad. So to you I looked like a woman without a care in the world. A woman who could wait for her caffeine because she wasn’t fighting the good parenting fight. A woman who didn’t get it.
I smiled at you after you were rude. I said, “Go ahead.” I stepped back and let you back in line to get your coffee. Because I know you needed it. You needed one tiny thing that was just for you. One small thing to help you make it through another crazy day in the parenting trenches.
I know this, because I have been you. I am you. And I get it.