Have you ever had a blessing and learned a life lesson at Walmart? Not a life lesson like don't wear nude leggings with a t-shirt but something a little more profound? There was a day when my twins were about 14 months old that I did.
When my kids were little grocery shopping was hard. They were too little to walk with me and when I put both in the cart there was no room for groceries. So my solution was to put the kids in our double stroller and fill the bottom portion with as much groceries as I could. This particular day I was trying to quickly get through the store and filled the bottom of the stroller. Suddenly, one of the twins started to cry. Then it got worse. The other started to cry as well. Then it got worse. They both started to scream. Red-faced, loud, angry cries were coming from both of my cherubs. I started to panic. As a first-time mom I worried a lot about what other people were thinking. I wanted to run from the store. However, if I ran out with my stroller full of food it would be stealing. If I left them and ran out, that is child abandonment. My only option was to check out as fast as possible.
I ran up to the shortest check out line. As I came up I started to sweat and just knew that the poor cashier was thinking "Why me? Why my line out of these 25 lanes, I know only 3 are open, but why mine". I waited trying to placate the kids with puffs, happy noises, and promises of ponies. Nothing was working. It was finally my turn. I came up with a sheepish look and started apologizing and simultaneously throwing food on the belt in an effort to get out of there. As I looked at the cashier she stopped and made eye contact with me and smiled. I started breathing again. She smiled bigger and told me "They are such blessings. You are a special mama. They are beautiful." I turned to see what children she was referring to. Mine. This amazing lady looked at my red-faced, screaming children at their worse and called them blessings. She is right. They are. It took us 5 years to have them and they are a blessing. The part that took my breath away was that she looked at my children at a point when they were not lovely at all and saw their value. Their value is not because of their great behavior, good grades, or manners. They are valued simply because they are made in the image of God. They have value because He created and died for them.
The cashier not only extended desperately needed grace to me and my children that day but she taught me something. She changed the way I view people. As a teacher, I could look at that little guy that pushed all my buttons and had been to the office on repeat and see a child of value and love him. As a parent, when it gets hard and I feel like I am dealing with the same character issue for the 1000th time I can look at them as a blessing. God looks at us in our worse state and sees value in us. Romans 5:8 "While we were still sinners, Christ died for us". The moral of the story is that the Walmart pick up isn't the only blessing there... sometimes it's through a cashier named Triumph.