Some of my earliest memories involve the grocery store. I remember digging into the candy bins to snag caramels when no one was looking, taking my blood pressure on the machines that were normally reserved for people much older than I was, and flying past the aisles while standing on the edge of the cart like an Olympic bobsledder. It was magic. But now, as a mom, I cherish the moments I can go to the grocery store alone. Because for moms, every moment alone is like a gift from the gods.
I first discovered the bliss of solo shopping just a few months after my son was born. My mother was always eager to babysit, and I needed to pick up some food for dinner or whatever. Rather than deal with bringing my baby (and his car seat) into the store, I decided it was best to leave him home with my mom. It took something as simple as getting in my car to start feeling independent, free, and more like myself.
Now that my son is 4 I don’t always feel that same rush of unabashed freedom when I take a trip to the grocery store. For the most part, I've discovered a few other, arguably more enjoyable, ways to spend time alone (and when you're the person that does the bulk of the shopping, a trip to the store becomes less and less appealing). But when I am at the store alone I have no doubt that I do what, well, most moms do, including the following: