I had intended to make this blog a chronological record of the events of my life that contributed to where I am today, but it seems my memory has chosen not to cooperate. When I was four-years old, my friend Shana and I went to the grocery store with our mothers. They were best friends. So were we.
Trips to the grocery store almost felt like little adventures. There are so many aisles of different foods. Some aisles even have toys! And with all of the people and carts, it is like being on safari - at least when you are four-years old. Shana and I liked to pretend that our Moms were chasing us. We would stay with them for a few moments and then when they started chatting over some food selection, we would round the corner of the aisle, hiding just within to "surprise" them with our presence. They always pretended to be surprised. I don't know how they managed. There were about two dozen aisles (it was a small Co-Op...no Superstore or Sobey's - my Mom tends to be anti-establishment and a big supporter of small and local businesses...a trait I have always admired and aspired to).
We were rounding aisle five, the baking goods aisle, when I saw it - the Jell-O wall. It was a four-feet wide by two-feet tall shelving unit. And it was loaded with every flavour of Jell-O and Jell-O Pudding that you could ever want. And I had found my most favoritest flavour of all" Orange Jell-O. I skipped the scaring part at the opening to the aisle to run around to the other side and ask, nay beg, Mom to buy - and subsequently prepare - some Orange Jell-O. Sadly, Mom's reply was: "We already have Jell-O at home." We had strawnerry and lime Jell-O at home, but no orange. She would make some for tomorrow's dessert (Jell-O apparently took overnight preparation when I was a child - I'm not sure if it is the case today) if I was good. The three please's I offered helped me little. When Mom is determined, that's it. Accept it, and move on. I think I inherited that trait. I try to temper it since, in the last couple of years, I seem to believe that once I am convinced I am right about something...then I must be. Even though I know that is unlikely, there is something inside me that drives me to dismiss the possibility of being wrong...but now I am rambling...as I was saying, the orange Jell-O had been turned down.
***It should be said that, once the groceries were put away Mom made the lime Jell-O without any further prodding. Today, lime Jell-O is actually my flavor of choice.***
So we continued through the aisle and moved forward to the next. Shana was, by now, prodding me to continue our game of running ahead of our Moms and exploring each aisle first to see if we could find "anything good" to ask for. Sadly, I was too disappointed to continue playing as I was bound and determined to sulk my way into an orange Jell-O night. As they rounded the next corner, I stayed behind and made my way back to the Jell-O. I grabbed the first box and opened it. I decided, since my seconds of sulking had not yet worked, that I would dip my finger into the Jell-O powder and enjoy it right then and there. Mom would be forced to pay for the empty container and I will have gotten my way. Something you may not know if that Jell-O powder lacks the sugary goodness of Kool-Aid powder. Not only did I not have my Jell-O, but I was dissatisfied with my seemingly wonderful alternative. And then it happened...
I looked up from my dissatisfying Jell-O powder to see that my Mom was nowhere to be seen. So I dropped the box instantly and ran to the next aisle. Nothing. The next. Nothing. Maybe she was looking for me. So I returned to the scene of the crime. Mom wasn't there. She was gone. As far as my four-year old brain could figure, she forgot me at the grocery store. So I did what any sensible child would do in the midst of a panic attack. I wailed like you wouldn't believe.
Within seconds a nice staffer came and comforted me to calm me down and then asked where my mother was. When I began to tell the guy that I was lost I began to blubber again. Without hesitation he offered to take me to the office so we could page my Mom. It was only about five minutes after that when Mom came to the office. By that point I had scored a can of grape pop and a bag of salt and vinegar chips. But seeing Mom brought all the panic back. I began to sob once I saw her. It was more a sense of relief than anything, as I recall. Mom sat in the first chair she saw and scooped me up to give me the biggest hug of my life. She had been worried and had been searching for me with Shana and her mom. So Mom hugged me for what seemed like a warm, wonderful eternity and thanked the staff before taking me by the hand and leading me back to the produce section to finish grocery shopping. And while I shared my chips with Shana, the grape pop was all mine.
What a day it was...