Honestly, I am not sure how my parents did it. How did they live their lives, take care of four children and a household without Amazon.com? As a single mother, Amazon.com is one of the main tools in my arsenal.
Work is so busy that I can't take a real lunch hour. My son is with me every step of the way when I am not working. So how does a mother prep a little boy's Easter basket? Amazon. The cats are almost out of food and the boy needs more cough medicine. Amazon. It's been a bad day and I want something pretty to wear. Amazon. It doesn't have everything, but many times, having something delivered to my house in two days has solved many problems for me.
In the 70s when my parents were actively raising young children, stores were smaller. The grocery store wasn't this huge metropolis that it is today. Today, I tried to push my son through a grocery store after going out to lunch. Halfway through the store, he had a meltdown. My pace turned from walking to running as I consoled him that we are almost done. I used to love shopping, but now I dread it since I have to wrestle with my son.
So now shopping has taken on a new form for me. Instead of fighting my son in the cart, I sit on the couch and order what we need from Amazon. Nothing is bought without a stellar review. Online grocery shopping has been happening too,but sometimes it tough to get the exact things you need since not all of the options are provided.
Throw at me what you will. Sneezy child. Dirty house. Ripped stocking. Broken toy. My answer will always be the same. Amazon.com.
I see my son everyday. I only notice him growing when he busts out of his clothes. For others who see him on occasion, they gasp when they see him. "Oh my goodness, look at how much he has grown."
My gasps come from the little things, the small changes in his behavior. Lately, there have been quite a few:
My son always cries when I wash his hair. No matter what strategy I use, he is terrified and cries hysterically. This past weekend, the crying fit did not happen. It was like someone else was in that tub. My son even committed on it. "See Mommy, I didn't cry."
My son demands to be carried by me whenever possible. One Friday evening, we were out with friends and his overtired body crashed. I carried his 35-pound body for 15 minutes to the car. When we got home, I wrestled to fall asleep with my sore back. The next day, I spoke to my son about how he needs to walk and not ask that of me. After a few days of him asking to be held followed by my refusal, his requests just stopped.
He is three so his vocabulary is exploding. New phrases are coming out of his mouth at alarming rates. This week, I apologized for something and he quickly told me that I did not need to apologize since we all make mistakes. What?
I may not see the subtle changes in his appearance like everyone else, but I get to see the emotional hurdles that he is jumping to become a big boy. It really does go by so fast.