Most days I take Calvin to the grocery store. It's one of the few places he seems to tolerate and perhaps even enjoy. He smiles on the way in and on the way out and a little in-between. He stares at the florescent bulbs above the produce case. He pats any crinkly plastic wrapping. Though he can't steer it, he pushes the cart but sometimes lets go and stands in place for no apparent reason. Despite my attempts to thwart his efforts, he too often licks the glass doors in the dairy section. He tries to bite the metal shelving. Then he gives me copious hugs in the checkout aisle.
On most trips to the grocer we have some lovely encounters with friends, employees, and strangers. Sometimes, children will stare at Calvin in wonder. Often, adults will avert their gaze when they see us coming. Usually, elderly people smile as we amble by. On more than one occasion people have tried to give us cash, probably because they feel it's the only way they can help a mother with such a severely disabled child.
Today was an extra-special day at the grocery store. After I pulled into the handicap parking space, grabbed a couple of reusable bags and a small cart, I saw an acquaintance. We said our hellos and our nice-to-see-yous as I wrangled Calvin out of the back seat. My friend and I caught up on various goings-on. I told him that we go grocery shopping almost every day, and how pushing the cart seems to make it easier for Calvin to walk, mentioning that the spring before last Calvin broke the femoral head off of his femur—in essence broke his hip—at school. I described how Calvin's one-on-one aides neglected to assist him as he walked around the room and attempted to sit in a chair, which he ultimately missed, causing him to fall and break his hip. My friend was clearly alarmed and upset to hear this and to understand that it's possible and even likely that Calvin suffers chronic subclinical pain from the injury and the three screws in his hip. Then, I asked my friend how his business is doing, knowing the hardship he faces keeping it afloat amid staff shortages and other stresses. There seemed to be a tacit understanding of each other's struggles, a feeling which, at least for me, felt good to share.
Once in the store, as my friend and I parted ways, he said, "You are beautiful." I replied, "You are too!" as my eyes began to brim with tears of gratitude.
Calvin and I continued on and made our way through the produce department as he pushed the cart while I steered from beside the front end. As we rounded the corner from the bakery to the cold cuts, I looked over my shoulder to make sure he was still holding on. Lo and behold, he was still walking but his pants had fallen down around his ankles! Just then a man perhaps a bit older than I approached from behind. Slightly embarrassed though still amused, I said, "Oops!" as I pulled Calvin's pants back up and tied them as quickly as I could.
The man then said to me with a very slight slur, "I had a stroke three months ago and I still have double vision sometimes."
I asked, then, if he had seen Calvin's pants down. He said he had, adding with a grin as if to lessen my embarrassment, "It's America!" I laughed good and replied smiling, "Yes, it sure is!" We exchanged some niceties then went about our business.
Soon after, I saw the man in the dairy section. As we stood near the yogurt, Calvin licking the glass door, he told me more about the stroke he had had. He described how his beagle had saved his life by alerting him in the middle of the night that something was wrong, though the man had felt no pain. He said something to the effect that we all have our battles. He mentioned God and how everything happens for a reason, and I told him I didn't believe that, but that I do believe we can find purpose and meaning in life's unfortunate dealings, adding, "that is just as magical!"
The nice man asked if I was married, saying with a blush that grocery stores are about the only good places to meet women. I said I was, but assured him it was okay that he had asked, adding that none of us gets anything we want in life unless we ask for it. I gave him my card with a photo of me and Calvin on one side and my blog address and email on the back. He gave us blessings, and I asked that he say hello to us the next time he sees us in the grocery store. I hope he will.
And as Calvin and I left the store, random folks smiling at us as they walked by, I turned to look at Calvin, and there he was, still holding onto the cart with one of his cute goofy smiles for all to see. And it was beautiful, and magical, and I fell in love again.