It’s ass clenching cold here…hovering ’round 14 degrees with the wind blowing like a crazy. I was on my way to pick up fixins for dinner and as I went to turn into wally world and I saw this young mother with a little guy in her arms walking down the block. He was dressed in a light jacket with no hat or gloves.
It took me back to a time when I was a broke young mother (not saying the young mother was broke) and I ran to the store with the teenager in tow…he was around 2 or 3. I lived in a cheap apartment with my ex (not the teenager’s father) and drove a hoopty. I wasn’t even poor I was po’. It was the end of the month and I had spent all of my food stamps (I ain’t shamed to admit I received help) so I was trying to stretch what lil money was left over to get us by. I bought some milk and bread and I’m sure a few other things I can’t remember. But I do remember it was cold…REALLY cold. When I left the store my hoopty wouldn’t start. I tried and tried but it just wouldn’t turn over. This is before cell phones and I didn’t have anyone I could call. My ex was in the army 2hrs away and only came home on the weekends. So I grabbed what bags I could and put the J on my hip. I hadn’t dressed him warmly because we weren’t going to be gone long and we weren’t that far from home. I remember he started to cry, it was freezing. He was so cold. No hat, no gloves just his winter coat. When we finally made it home, he was hysterical and I left his coat on and wrapped him in a huge blanket. Today I was stuck in that memory.
I saw that young mother with that little boy walking down the block to wally world. I started to tear up…that lil man was cold.
I went into the store and picked up a hat and pair of gloves for that lil man. I found that young mother and her baby sitting in McDonald’s inside wally world. I approached her and tried not cry. I told her I didn’t want to offend her, but I noticed her lil man didn’t have gloves or a hat. I told her I didn’t want her to upset her but I has seen her walking with him and I just wanted him to have a hat and gloves (mittens actually). Then I started to cry. She told me she had gotten a flat tire and had to walk with her son to the store. She hugged me and thanked me for the hat and mittens. I just walked away and finished my shopping.
God has brought me such a long way since those hoopty days, but today I realized that I am still that young mother. I am worried about my “lil man” but I am still trying to do what is best for him.
Something spoke to my spirit and I’m hoping the good that I try to do keeps other doing good for those who need it.