As in, someone else paid me to put something I wrote into print. How cool is that!?
Chicken Soup for the Soul included one of my stories in their new Curvy and Confident book.
Without further ado:
Unloading my shopping cart onto the conveyer belt while juggling both children was no easy feat. The baby was perched on my hip, and the toddler kept alternating between clinging to my legs, and trying to escape the checkout lane. Already, I’d had to abandon the cashier to chase her down twice.
Time to pay. I swung the baby to my other hip, so I could sign with my right hand. The toddler made another break for it while my hands were busy. A scamper of tiny shoes and she was gone again… Right into the arms of a sweet middle-aged lady who scooped her up and plopped her in my cart.
As I gathered my last bags and tried to get out of the way, I thanked this helpful lady profusely. She just smiled and said she had been there too.
Then she placed her hand on my soft, round belly and rubbed it. “I just love baby bumps! When is this one due?”
Well… I’m actually not pregnant. It’s just leftover from having two babies in less than two years.
My new friend was horrified! “I’m so sorry! I – I thought it was a baby bump… I mean, you look great! I hope I didn’t embarrass you. You…”
I started laughing. “It IS a baby bump!” I gestured to the toddler, now trying to climb out of the cart, and bounced the four-month-old a little higher on my hip. “It’s my bump from that baby and this baby. It has given me my children. Why on earth would I be embarrassed about that?”
“Well dear, just give it time. I’m sure you will lose it. You’ll have your tight belly again before you know it!” And with that, she hurried out the doors, still obviously embarrassed.
Later that evening in our oversized recliner, I was rocking the baby when the toddler crawled up onto my lap. She nuzzled her head into the soft flesh of my mama belly and let out a sigh. You could almost see the day’s tension leave her little body. This is her favorite place in the whole world. Snuggled into mama’s squishy middle.
So thank you, Grocery Store Lady. And yes. I love my baby bump too.
In Corde Maria,