I normally go grocery shopping on Sunday afternoons – which is the absolute worst time to go – but this week I was able to squeeze in a trip on an abnormally free Saturday morning. I’m used to shopping with crowds of people, most of whom I want to murder, but Saturday mornings are quite a nice time to breeze through the lanes of the store without the most obnoxious people on the planet causing my blood pressure to rise. I guess that’s why I was paying attention to the few people who were at the store with me. I saw one kid, probably 9 or 10, running around the store in very dirty sweatpants and an equally dirty t-shirt. In fact, he himself was also very dirty. I thought, it seems a little early to be that dirty, but maybe he had an early sports practice… Turns out that he was one of two very dirty boys who I happened to get behind in line when I was checking out. They also smelled bad. When it was their turn, they looked for the store card to give to the cashier and insisted it must have fallen through the cracks of the conveyor belt, also insisting they put the card on the belt. The cashier couldn’t find it and even lifted up something or other to try to see if it in fact did fall. Nothing. Then I saw their dad, who was waiting in front of the lane. He seemed as dirty as his boys. The cashier asked him for his phone number so she could look up his card and he grumpily retorted that he had no phone and she should just scan a card so he doesn’t get mad. Then he wandered off under the premise of looking for the card that the boys surely dropped somewhere in the store. The boys had a roll of cash which they used to pay for the limited groceries they were buying. They finished up and couldn’t find their dad, so they just rolled the cart out of the store.
Although this is super judgmental, at that moment I wanted to adopt those kids. Because I could provide them with a shower and I could wash their clothes and I probably wouldn’t disappear with no word and let them fend for themselves if they dropped the store card. It made me really sad to see those kids. And it made me think that my family has an awful lot and we should share with those who do not. So I spent Sunday going through the piles and storage containers in the corner of my son’s closet that were teeming with more clothes from his first 20 months than I think I owned in my first 20 years. After a lot of “Ohhh, this was so cute on him”s and “this is what he was wearing when [insert milestone here]”s, I came up with three bags full of clothes that hopefully will go to families in need. But I need some help figuring out where to donate these clothes. I’d rather not just dump the bags in a random collection bin in a randomer parking lot. And sure I can Google it, but I thought I’d ask all the Farmington Valley moms out there if you have any suggestions for me… so let me know in the comments!
And you know, if it’s been awhile since you purged your closets, maybe this post can be a little push to go through those nooks and crannies of your homes where you have all the clothes the kids have grown out of and put together a donation of your own. You don’t have to post anything on Facebook and you don’t have to call out any of your friends — just look around to see what extra things you have but don’t really need that someone else might really appreciate.