Going Slowly (But Still Going)

My first solo trip to the grocery store with my son was something of a spectacle.

I parked in the very back of the parking lot right next to the shopping cart return corral, making sure there weren’t any other cars around. Then I hopped out, leaving my door open, fetched a cart, and dropped my overloaded diaper bag into it. (You know, with forty outfit changes, two hundred diapers, and a week’s worth of bottles just in case.) I made sure to open the back door before closing mine, terrified of accidentally locking my baby in the car, even though I knew I had the keys in my pocket. Then I began the process of positioning the Baby K’tan wrap around me (that I had practiced so many times before in the mirror) until it was finally time to situate my little two-month old in there, pressed against my heart. There was a lot more fumbling and panicking than I care to detail.

A snail could have completed that shopping trip faster than I did. Even though I trusted the baby wrap, I still kept a hand tucked under his bottom, which left me only one hand to push the cart and collect items. I talked out loud to him/myself the entire time, a nervous stream of consciousness narrating the entire event. I’m sure the other shoppers thought I was a lunatic. It felt like a spotlight was shining on me the whole time. I could not fathom how people did this with more than one child. All I could think about was keeping him calm and finishing the trip.

Terrified. Can you tell?

But, like all things motherhood, the trips got easier. I became more proficient at one-handed shopping and even came to use both hands. He outgrew the baby wrap, and I bought a patterned seat cover so that he could sit in the cart. The new challenge became keeping him seated, feeding him a steady stream of Cheerios while shopping. Almost before I knew it, I was able to walk into a store for a quick errand with him just holding my hand.

Back at Square One

And then along came baby number two… and suddenly I felt like I was back at square one. The first trip with two kids felt even more impossible. Once again, I parked at the farthest shopping cart corral and fetched my cart first, plopping my toddler directly into the seat before going to get the baby and positioning him into the baby wrap. One hand on the baby’s bottom, one hand pushing the cart, one hand collecting items, one hand keeping the toddler in place and occupied. Wait, I don’t have that many hands. How did we ever get through that trip?

Now, I wish I could tell you here that the trips with two got easier… but just as I was maybe starting to get the hang of it all, time suddenly froze with the coronavirus pandemic. With nowhere to go, I fell out of practice. When I finally, finally brought both kids to a store nearly seven months later, I felt just as awkward as when I had a newborn.

It does not matter how slowly you go…

But it will get easier. I know it will. For all of my trips with one or both of my kids, I repeat my little mantra to myself: It does not matter how slowly you go, as long as you do not stop. It doesn’t matter how long it takes me in the parking lot to get my kids ready. It doesn’t matter how many times they cry in the store or attempt to escape the cart or lie face down in an aisle refusing to move. It doesn’t matter if all the other moms in the store seem to have cooperative children while mine appear feral. It doesn’t matter if the two minute errand takes me half an hour or longer. It doesn’t matter how slowly I go, as long as I don’t give up.

It will get easier… until we reach a new stage, age, or phase, when I will have to relearn it all over. And then… it will get easier… again.

Erica Tran
Erica lives in Kenner with her husband Michael and her three sons, Benjamin, Joshua, and Elijah. After graduating from UL Lafayette with a degree in advertising and landing her dream job, she left her chosen field and now works part time as an administrative assistant for a Catholic retreat movement. She spends the rest of her time at home with her boys, finding lost toys and actively ignoring various messes. In 2019, she self-published her first book, The Sister. There's not a lot of free time between working, reading and writing, and chasing her kids, but in those moments she's usually sprawled on the sofa in casual denial about just how messy her house is.


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