We have a little grocery store near our house, they sell all kinds of plants outside and fresh produce inside. They also carry a great selection of locally made goods. Its been 2 years since they moved "out here" and I still love the convenience. I stop at least once a week for fruit, veggies, and sandwich fixins.
Saturday was a very busy day. It took longer than usual to do our shopping, but that was because I got sidetracked talking to the man selling fudge. Turns out he grew up on the same street as my dad.
Goldie was sitting in the cart whil I tried to get us out of the store, past all the people looking at plants. I stopped to wait for another cart to move. That's when a woman, maybe a little younger than me, came towards me and said "My daughter has..."
Now in a split second my head finished the sentance with "Down syndrome, too."
But what she finished saying was "My daughter has the same outfit."
Me: "Oh, yeah. We love it, she's growing out of it, so I try to put it on her as much as I can."
She looked at Goldie and we continued to chat about clothes and how busy the store was. It was a very quick conversation. She never asked how old Goldie is, is she walking, is she talking, or any of the other questions I get so often when people think something isn't "right". For once, I was just a mom, who likes pink and brown, who has 3 girls, who needed food for lunches, and forgot to buy milk.
Happy Mother's Day!!