Good Choices

This morning I headed to Sam's with my two youngest for some pre-Thanksgiving shopping. Wanted to beat the crowd.

Lately we've been going to Sam's a lot. Cheaper milk. Which is huge when you use five or six gallons per week.

The kids love Sam's. Big boxes of Nilla Wafers and Cheez-its. Not to mention corn dogs and chicken nuggets. It doesn't get any better! And every now and then we actually BUY them.

So there we are strolling through, trying not to forget anything on my somewhat vague list that I scribbled on the back of a post-it containing phone messages. I'm some kind of organized these days, let me tell you.

As we usually do, I asked Daughter (#7) if she wanted to call Grandmother and see if they needed anything. I'm there anyway. When there are only two of you (she and my dad) it's not really worth the extra trip. Unless they are having US over for dinner, of course.

While fighting off Little Dude (they were both sitting in the front of the cart), who loves phones, she managed to ask Grandmother what she needed and relayed to me, "Strawberries, blueberries and butter," in between yelling, "NO, NO!" to her brother.

We picked up an extra of each and after checking out, headed by my parents house to drop them off.

As we turned on to their street (Daughter talking non-stop all the way, of course), I heard her say, "Mom, Grandmother makes good choices."

Hmmmm. "Good choices about what, Punkin?" I replied - my mind elsewhere, but intrigued.

"Strawberries, blueberries and butter. You can put butter on a tortilla or bread or make cookies with it. And strawberries and blueberries are good."

"You're right." I said. "She does make good choices."

And one of these days, when Daughter is a little bit older, she'll realize that she was right about her Grandmother.

I pray I'll be the same kind of mother to my children and as wonderful a grandmother as she is. We are blessed.