The Sweetest Mother's Day Gift!

I was in Old Navy (Warner Robins, Ga) with my son, Cole initially sleeping in his car seat. A few minutes into shopping he woke up and began to get fussy – ready to eat. I proceeded back to the front of the store so I could leave the items and go get his bag, when this employee stopped me to help.

She first asked if I wanted her to hold him while I shopped but I told her it was OK he was crying because he was ready for a bottle. She then asked if I wanted her to hold him while I got the bottle ready but I told her it was in the car. She went a step further to ask if I wanted her to hold him while I went to the car. I hesitated at first quite naturally but accepted her help. It was especially easy because her coworker chimed in and vouched for her saying she worked there and wasn’t some crazy lady.

Before I even made it to the door, Cole had stopped crying. When I returned moments later, he was still so calm and content. She was so in love with his scent she said “omg, you have to smell this baby” to her coworker.

I laughed.

She told me she had 30 minutes of time she could care for him while I shopped. She said she would sit on the floor and feed him too if I got the bottle ready. I let her. She even walked around the store with him after he ate talking to him-telling him he could be a president or a teacher, whatever he chose to be and kissed him softly on his cheeks and head!

Keep in mind, she had already clocked out and was heading out the door when she stopped to help me. I was so amazed at her sincerity and love shown towards him, I could barely focus on my shopping. After I checked out, I reached to put him in his car-seat but she said, “NO I will walk with him to your car.” We talked for a few minutes while I got him settled in and she put his stroller away.

I learned she had two older sons and a husband. She asked my name and told me she was Lora (Jackson I think). She said it was such a blessing to have been able to care for him while I shopped, and wished us safe travels back home.

Kind is an understatement for what this woman did! With all the horrible things happening in America, especially between the black and white race, I was really moved by her actions and for the second day in a row I am reminded that not every one sees color! We shall overcome someday.

Thank you Ms.Lora for allowing me to shop in peace today! Not only did you allow me that but doing so also made your store receive a sale because I am certain that I would’ve just fed him in the car and went home afterwards.

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Danyale Peterson

I am a 27 year old single mother of 3. I have a strong passion for makeup artistry and cooking. I hope to someday have a makeup business and product line of my own. I enjoy music, cleaning up and being the best mom I can be to my beautiful children.

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