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Natalie posted something a while back called "Never Assume." I really like this short, meaningful little post. But admittedly, last weekend at Target, I assumed.
There are some things which, if seen in somebody else's shopping cart or in the cashier line ahead of you, make you automatically look up to find out who's buying it. You know, that cart with a baby in the baby part and a mountain of Coca Cola cans, white Wonder bread, boxes of donuts, sugar cereals, and candy bars in the main part (um, didn't these people get the memo on what's healthy?). The lacy red panties - of course it's always a dirty old man named Lester with those in his cart. The Preparation H, the condoms, the diaphram, the douche, the KY Jelly. The prunes (look who's constipated today!).
Well, last weekend at Target, it was a pregnancy test. I looked down innocently and saw it on the conveyor belt in the cashier line - and since I certainly didn't put it there, I knew it had to belong to the customer in front of me. So of course, I had to look up and see who's preggers.
It was a teenage kid - probably about sixteen or seventeen - braces, baggy jeans, a few zits here and there, a baseball cap pulled down low over his eyes, but not low enough to hide the dark circles that were there. He looked tired, or anxious, or both. Hands in pockets, glancing around in kind of a nervous teenage boy kind of way. If I saw him in the aisle looking like that, I might have tagged him as a shoplifter.
And during my three second-long glance at his partially hidden face, down to his toes and back up to his face, I assumed: your baby won't miscarry, or be born still, or die after birth. Your baby is going to come out perfectly, like it or not, so get ready to grow up fast, kiddo.
And boom - there it was. My assumption. I know, isn't that strange? How the heck do I know that prego test was even for him, let alone whether his child will be born healthy and alive? Maybe it was for his brother, or maybe for a high school science experiment. Maybe his friends dared him to buy it. Maybe they were all outside waiting for him to see if he really carried it through. But somehow, I doubted that.
Nope - my assumption was done, and I can't take it back now. It's kids like him - kids who have an almost visible cloud of gloom above their heads as they buy that pregnancy test, already knowing that the result will be, whose babies work out.