Public Mommy

The Public Mommy. We have all seen them. You know the type. The mommy in the grocery store whose kid is having a nuclear meltdown in the candy aisle. She patiently unloads her cart at the checkout stand while her child is throwing himself on the floor having a temper tantrum that would make even Rosemary’s baby look calm.

On my last excursion to the market I crossed paths with Public Mommy. I was in line behind her and her charge. God bless this woman. She was so stoic through her sons meltdown I began to wonder if she were human at all. Kicking and screaming, spitting at his mother and shouting