Dear Mama at the Mall,
I saw you today, struggling with your stubborn little pigtailed two year old. I watched as you patiently waited for her to pretend to ride all of the little cars that want to swallow your quarters. You checked your watch a few times–you were probably already late. But, you smiled and you laughed along with her while she excitedly ran from car to car, watching you all the time to make sure you were sharing in the awesome experience.
I was standing nearby when she had finally jumped into each car twice, and you insisted that it was time to leave. She didn’t give in easily. In fact, she continued to move from car to car, and she was fast. You went after her, smiling at me in an apologetic way as you grabbed her between cars.
She had real…