Sunday, June 8, 2014
Shopping With Sam
We like to walk slowly, and stop at every sample station. He tries everything. He loves the Chinese noodles as much as the baked beans.
We look at the toys, he thinks it's fine for us to stray to this part of the store. Sometimes he says, "Well it's okay with me if you buy those chocolate covered blueberries, even though they aren't on the list."
We marvel at the new products we haven't noticed before. He points out the breakfast sausage he wants me to buy every time we come here. There is a rhythm to our shopping, we do it the same way each time.
When he concentrates on the list and takes the shopping very seriously, I feel like I'm catching glimpses of the adult he's going to be. In his wide smile, I see the baby he used to be.
After we pay, we each get a fountain drink that costs $.59. On the way out he hums and skips along. He is his eight-year-old self now, with spikey hair and long eyelashes. His open-mouthed smile reveals his collection of differently sized teeth with lots of gaps. "Mama! Thanks for buying me this drink!" he says.
Shopping with my Sam is one of the simple pleasures that makes me feel peaceful and grateful to be living this life. I feel so lucky to be able to spend this time with him. It's something I used to take for granted.