This morning I headed out to our usual Thursday thrift spot . While looking through the toddler shoes for Judah this woman next to us tried to touch his hand. I knew she was doing this because he was smiling, saying hi and frantically blowing kisses at everyone. I did what I normally do and pushed the cart a bit forward to "pretend" to look at something else to give the lady a "hint" to not touch my child. She got really offended, more so than any stranger in the past who has tried to touch Judah and she started to loudly announce to her friends and everyone with in earshot that I was a bad mom and that Judah and I are "dumb and dumber". I felt tears stinging my eyes and I wanted to tear her down verbally for saying those things about Judah and I. But instead I turned my back from her biting words and walked away to another part of the thrift store. This is huge as far as growth in my heart for me. You ask why. Well lets go back 10 years when I used to be a regular in the DC club scene, I know that if someone said something mean to me then, because it has happened, I would have had torn that person apart verbally till they felt like they were nothing. I hated that I was good at this and I would feel so much guilt after I would do such a thing. So 10 years ago after one particularly bad bar fight, I decided I needed to change. I don't want to verbally tear someone apart, I want to encourage and uplift someone. When that woman today verbally tried to humiliate Judah and I in the thrift store I thought, I can verbally attack her back and make her feel worthless in front of her friends and the customers. But if I did that she would probably get in my face, I would risk making my son feel fearful and unsafe and actually putting him in harms way because that woman was crazy enough to verbally attack me in the first place for me not wanting her to touch my son. I don't want Judah to feel unsafe or scared and I don't want him growing up to see his mama fight, verbally or physically. I don't want him to see that tearing someone apart is okay. So instead, I walked away. Although my heart was hurting and I just wanted to hide and cry from being hurt and humiliated, I knew it was best to walk away from the situation and from this crazy woman. And you know what, Judah didn't see his mama lose it, he saw me take the higher road. That's growth and that's teaching my son to do the right thing. This isn't the first time some stranger has acted a little odd after me moving Judah so they don't touch them, and I am sure it won't be the last. I mean how adorable is he?! If I saw him I would be drawn to him as well, then you add the sweet smiles and the blowing of kisses. I don't want to make him stop blowing kisses to people, its just his sweet little heart overflowing with love for other people. I don't want to take that from him. I want him to keep that part of him intact, I don't want it tainted.
When I did walk back to the area after the lady left. I did find the biggest bag of perfect vintage lace, maybe it was a hidden blessing for keeping my cool with the crazy lady. I'll be using this to wrap orders leaving my shop.
I decided during Judah's nap to organize all my yarn...by color! I still have more yarn upstairs that I have to organize. Looking at all the pretty colors made me happy, and made me realize I need to brainstorm on ideas how to store all my pretty yarn.
I organized all the gift tags for my shop.
Then once Judah woke up we went outside to play with chalk and some balls I thrifted for him. He posed with his mustache and did a decent job of not eating to much of the chalk.
Awhile back I painted a bunch of mason jars that I am going to string up around my yard to hold flowers in (once my flowers start to grow a bit more). For now the jars make the perfect holding spot for the chalk. We may have to get more chalk at Target soon since we both like to color everything and Judah occasionally tries to take a bite out of them.