Not sure why this was disturbing to me, but it was.
In the checkout line, at the grocery store.
Ahead of me, a young woman in her 20s with a child, who was approximately 4 years old.
The child was wearing a designer dress, flashy sunglasses, and spectacular sandals.
Mom was fit, trim, and blonde.
The little girl had 2 bottles in her hand, one pink and one blue. She insisted that her mother should buy them.
Mom said, “Are you sure? It looks a little greasy to me.”
Little girl: “No, it’s fine. You don’t understand. I need both of these.”
The dialogue continued, while mom pulled out of reusable bags, vegetable after vegetable.
Health conscious, for sure.
I was skeptical , wondering what kind of relationship this kid has with her mother.
I thought about my childhood. How different it was from the one some kids have today.
We were happy if mom made kool aid and baked cookies for us.
I wore my sister’s hand me downs, and we shared a bicycle, the 3 of us kids.
Not that I had the ultimate experience as a child.
But I was certainly not spoiled.
I think the little princess most likely left the store, with the pink and blue bottles.
I think she most likely gets her way most of the time.
She has her health conscious mother wrapped around her finger.
As I walked out to unload my groceries in the car, I noticed mother and daughter in the parking lot.
Mom haphazardly pushed her cart in the lot, as the princess and queen entered their vehicle.
The cart went on a ride of its own, crashing into a truck several feet away.
Mom pulled out in a rush, never looking back.
A chance encounter has me wondering if the world has really changed this much.
And wondering if wealth and status creates a mind set of privilege, in ourselves and in our children.