Target Zen
Yesterday, due to a traffic accident closing down the highway I was commuting home on, I missed Little Zen’s preschool open house. This, added to the two hours of misery as I sat motionless in the left lane, caused me to think some pretty mean thoughts about myself. Including some doubt about my choice to be a commuting full time working mom that will sometimes miss open houses because I’m stuck on a highway.
Today, I went to Target and bought the little guy new fall jammies, pants and socks. I stocked up on kitchen necessities and new pillows for me and Daddy Zen. In short, I shopped my guilt away. After all, what’s the point of being the working mom if I’m not making money to then spend on my family? Either happily or regrettably, this logic totally and completely worked. Thinking of the clean tiny socks now tucked away in my truck as I finish my workday fills me with satisfaction.
My little guy will know I love him from the way his feet feel so cozy on cool days. Despite all of the evil consumerist underpinnings of this sentiment, it makes me feel good.
The zen of a new Spiderman undershirt on a two year old.