I remember the days B. Q. (before quads) when I yearned to have a baby and had all sorts of notions about what motherhood would mean. At that time, I’d see mothers out and about with their littles in tow. It seemed that every woman I passed had an adorable “mini me” clad in Janie & Jack attire with a winning toothless grin. I fantasized about dressing my own baby up in itty bitty boutique outfits and having a chubby cheeked baby sitting in my shopping cart. Of course, my baby would never wail, smell rotten, or spit up. My baby would be perfect at all times. (A girl can dream, right?)
When our instant family of quads arrived, I found myself getting plenty of baby snuggles but I was also marooned. My fragile babies couldn’t go anywhere besides the doctor for a full year. When the days of lockdown ceased, George and I seized every opportunity to let the quads explore their world. We toted them to museums, stores, restaurants, and anywhere else we thought we could safely take them. Many of our field trips involved other friends and family members to help wrangle the tots. No matter where we ventured, it was always a four ring circus for many reasons. It wasn’t quite what I envisioned in my fantasy world.
Despite our many family adventures, I had never loaded the quads into the van myself and taken them out in public. Not once. I’ve taken them out alone, or in pairs myself. And, we’ve enjoyed many play dates on our own and taken trips to the neighborhood strip mall in our Runabout, but never a legit outing just the five of us.
The notion of being alone with four babies in a public place terrified me. Each time I considered a quick errand with them on my own, I immediately conjured up a laundry list of scenarios from downright embarrassing to horrific. I thought surely before they were two I’d have the courage to take them out own my own, just once, but I didn’t. Their second birthday came and went, but my fears paralyzed me still. Every last one of my quad mama pals took the plunge and flashed pictures of their success stories with a pile of kids in a cart somewhere. They could do it, why couldn’t I? Thursday morning I decided it was time. We were going to Target. After all, Target boasts triple seater carts, sells most anything my heart desires, and it puts people in a trance with its merchandising tactics.
Thursday morning after breakfast, I scribbled a quick list of items we needed and scrambled to get everyone dressed. Naturally, everyone was uncooperative. All four were whining without mercy. Entire bins of toys were dumped and strewn about the house creating landmines for me. Though I felt discouraged and now concerned about how they’d behave, I was also determined. As soon as everyone was sufficiently dressed, I hustled the crew to the van where I strapped everyone in. Much to my chagrin, everyone settled once the van was in motion and I revved up our best kid tune playlist. I thought, “Okay, we CAN do this!”, and made a beeline to Target.
Upon our arrival at Target, I circled the parking lot for THE cart. I spotted one in the back corner of the parking lot and parked beside it. I loaded Harper and Sydney in the harnessed seats, Mason in the main cart seat, and padded Rylin in the buggy with threats to her life should she stand. (Rylin is by far the most opinionated and strong-willed of the quads, but she’s also the most obedient of the pack, which makes her trustworthy with responsibility.)
I strutted into Target with my brood of smiling toddlers and it felt darn good. I know the layout of Target like the back of my hand so I started tackling each item on the list and making sure to skim end caps for clearance finds. Thirty minutes into the trip and all four were chipper and clearly enjoying the scenery. In fact, I hadn’t offered a single snack to anyone. I ponied on, grabbing more items off the list. At 45 minutes of Target time, all items on the list (plus a few extras) were loaded into our cart and I had four happy children. WOW!!!! At that point, it was time to check out, but they earned their individual baggies of Fruit Loops and loads of praise for their upstanding behavior. I checked out, loaded our goods into the van, and loaded four toddlers without incident. SUCCESS!!!!
It feels liberating to finally conquer my fears of taking the foursome out own my own, and I feel encouraged to try more things myself. I know every trip out won’t be so easy, (and it wouldn’t be if there were just one toddler either) but at least I know successful trips CAN and WILL happen.
What fears do you need to conquer? What encouragement do you need?
12 thoughts on “Conquering My Fear”
I remember the first trip to the store with baby Brandi. How terrified I was. It was just one baby. Never bothered me when I had three (ranging in age). So I understand how difficult it would be with four toddlers. And they can all tell you what they want from the check out aisle. That was when Brandi would really put on a show to get that last minute treat. I’m glad it worked out so well for you. They are such delightful little personalities.
I don’t know, but I suspect that with stair step kids you get used to it slowly, one kid at a time. With quads, it’s like jumping in the deep end of a cold pool. I bet with Brandi it was harder for you too since you had a new role as grandma instead of mom.
That’s funny–Lily has the same mix you describe in Rylin – strong-willed, but obedient almost to a fault. I’m not looking forward to the teenage years when she starts exploring her freedom more seriously, but for things like choosing which baby to put in the back of the cart, she’s always been my go-to. 🙂 Congrats on making it out! I still have to take a deep breath just taking my three anywhere.
That’s so funny Lily has the same traits as Rylin. Is she baby A by chance? At first I feared the teen years with Ry, but I think her rule following will make her the easiest. My free spirit try new things girl could be a teenage concern.
Good to know other moms take a deep breath with solo public outings too :). When we go out in always think of you schlepping the twins around when they were tiny. You made it look easy!
WAY TO GO GIRL!!!! It’s liberating, isn’t it!? I was terrified my first outing with my quads as well, but like you said, just gotta rip the bandaid off and go for it. Also – if you can’t spot any convenient carts that you need with the multi-seaters in the parking lot, you can always load everyone into the big part of a regular cart to get them in the store then snag the cart you need. That’s my backup plan when necessary! I have done Costco and Tom Thumb with my crew, Target is the next on my list!
It is liberating!!!! Thank you for encouraging me. 🙂
I had the same back up plan in case I couldn’t grab the big honking cart. I’m also thinking I could pull two small carts at places like Hobby Lobby if I ever want to take them there. I’m definitely not ready to go solo places without carts, but we are working on walking while holding hands to get ready, or at least to walk to the inside to get a cart.
Costco is next on my list!
Yay!!! It is so nice not to have to wait for someone to go with you to run errands. It is also a nice change of pace to just get out of the house and away from all of the constant whining. Soon you will be taking all four out for lunch by yourself! Proud of you.
Thank you for inspiring and encouraging me! It is so nice not to have to wait around for help. Going to lunch with all four is on my bucket list 😉
Congratulations! That’s a milestone for sure. And you deserve more than an iced-coffee! You’re doing a great job, and things like this will continue to get easier for you as they grow, mature, and become more independent and self-controlled. Have a great week!
Congrats! You handled it beautifully!
Thank you 🙂
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