Feeling like a mom

Most days I still feel way too young to be almost 30 and way too immature to have a child. But then days come along that remind me I'm not 22 anymore. Last week I went up to Texas A&M for the day to recruit for my company and was called ma'am a lot. And my younger co-worker and I did not get carded when ordering wine at the college restaurant. Quite depressing.

On Sunday I took Collin with me on a weekly grocery store run. I try to avoid HEB on Sundays if at all possible, as it is a madhouse. Of course he fell asleep in the car on the way to the store and I'm normally not one to wake a sleeping baby, so I loaded his infant carrier in one of these carts:
And while he slept through most of the grocery shopping, I felt like such a mom. That cart was a beast! I could not maneuver it at all and kept running into shelves and the occasional person. I expected to be forgiven for taking up so much room in the crowded aisles and passageways when the shoppers checked out my angelic baby, but I'm pretty sure most people just thought I was a bad parent for bringing a sleeping child to the extremely crowded grocery store.