Supermarket

Dear Little Miss, 

It would seem you are ready to embrace a task people all over the world grapple with, the weekly (or if we are really honest) twice weekly visit to the supermarket. You love it, relish it even, and want it. As you are strapped into your car seat you often raise the question, “Supermarket?" Sadly my answer is all too often, "Yes".

And why wouldn't you like it? Happily you ride the crazy trolley-coaster, bumping and swinging around. Your are fed all kinds of made to measure exotic treats, smiling meat slices, cubes of cheese, mini toasts, and little cups of yogurt.  

A kaleidoscope of colour rushes past, you spot the teaser toys hanging just at the right height for you to touch and exclaim, "I want that."

Old ladies "Goo and Gaa" at you, even old men have pulled faces and tried to win your attention. But it seems the real attraction is the other babies on parade. Toddlers your own size are starred at and assessed. "Baby" you exclaim as another 2 year old trundles past. You both stare at each other and weigh up your spoils. 

Us mothers sigh and search for the fun of it all. Smiles of acknowledgement are passed between us. The choice overwhelms us, the tediousness of hunting down prepackage goodness, collecting up the same foods every week. I try a new supermarket in a neighbouring suburb "just for fun." We go to farmers markets, experience freshness and shop by my conscious.

I am glad you are happy to venture into the world of the Supermarket my little Miss. I am learning to love the art of it too.

Love always from Mummy
xxx