(photo by Londyn Layne Photography)
Yesterday I took the kids on an adventure to the magical world that is Target – the place where my children will someday sing the whine, “Mooooooooom, whyyyy do you have to spend hours here?!?!”
Because you all know that the Target is the black hole of time and money.
If there’s anything I’ve learned in my one month crash-course of Mom-dom is that one must prepare well in advance any outing that includes the kids. I’ve actually picked up on some of their routine as we’ve tried to set a schedule for them. The morning nap after they wake up from the night is, well, not their most shining 3 hours. It’s like they’re screaming “WE JUST SLEPT SIX WHOLE HOURS FOR YOU AND NOW YOU WANT US TO SLEEP SOME MORE?!”
Sorry for the all caps but did you hear their screams from your computer? I’m emoting.
Sidenote: I’m thanking the Lord for six straight hours of sleep right now!
So I had the brilliant idea to take them on an excursion to the good ‘ol Bullseye. My plan was to put them in the car and have them magically fall asleep like they always do when we drive. Then, I’d put them in the stroller and head into the store while they either slept or were so in awe of their new surroundings that they just looked around and took everything in. New surroundings have done that to them in the past and that usually equals a nap later on.
That way when we got home, they would be tuckered out for their next nap. Plus, I would be able to get out of the house and do a little shopping. It’s a win-win for us all. Mama gets an outing, they get new crib sheets out of it, and we all get some sweet, sweet afternoon quiet and rest.
Sidenote: If this had been a big shopping trip where I needed a buggy – forget it. I have not yet mastered the art of two babies AND a buggie. Suggestions appreciated. Please include remedies for babies crying uncontrollably in public. Thank you.
We get to Target and after I assemble the massive (but awesome) double stroller, we make our way into the store.
What once used to be an uneventful Target run, has become a catwalk for people to view my family and talk about it.
Let me start by saying this is not me complaining. This is me processing my new normal.
In my brain, I’ve been preparing for this. For the stares and the unsolicited advice and the questions and comments. But there’s a difference between preparation and application.
In the twenty minutes I walked around Target I was stopped by four people to have a conversation about my kids. Which is totally cool; I’ll talk about my kids all day long. And so far, everyone has been very kind and sweet, oozing over the babes.
But when you’re so used to blending in and going unnoticed in public, the attention on top of the caring for the kids becomes overwhelming and energy draining. And the newness right now of not knowing what people are going to say and being ready with a response, takes energy. When I decided to make a Target run, I budgeted my energy for taking care of the kids. Now I know I’ll need to be prepared with energy to be noticed and stand out from the crowd.
And right now I’m just talking about peoples’ reactions to them being twins.
We haven’t even talked about the fact that I’m white and they’re black. That’s a whole different social element. It hasn’t been addressed yet and I’m interested to see if we live in a time where people don’t notice those things enough to say something. I don’t know. I’ll just continue my Target runs to see what comes of peoples’ comments. You know, I’ll take it for the team and consider my Target runs a “social experiment.” If I must. I might as well buy something (or ten) while I’m experimenting. It’s for the greater good of society. *Me: Wink* *Aaron: Eye roll*
But our skin tones didn’t go unnoticed by the checker at Babies-R-us. She noticed this minor detail.
“Is their dad black?” she asked.
“No, he’s white.” And she was totally confused. “They’re adopted.” I clarified.
“Oooooh! That makes sense! Awesome!” and she went on her business.
Then Aaron goes, “Wait, I’m not black?!”
And I’m still chuckling when I think about that. Make note of that response for future reference.
The Target adventure turned into a quick Babies-R-us adventure which quickly turned into a 45 minute drive in circles to get them to sleep until it was time to go home to feed them again and to recharge myself. And sure enough, it was a glorious nap time had by all!
So there’s this whole new world I’ve entered. A world where I’m no longer invisible. I’m okay with it, it’s just taking some serious getting used to.
I just can’t wait until a stranger asks me how these kids became a part of our family.
Because then I’ll be the one to talk their ear off.