Harris Teeter

This may seem silly, but I feel the need to share anyway. Unless I take my grandmother to Wal-Mart to get her groceries, I choose Kroger on Hwy 100 as my grocery store. However, Kroger apparently does not carry the andioulle sausage I use when making jambalaya. I tried Krogers on Hwy 100 and Hwy 70 with no luck. Harris Teeter usually carries it, so I made a third attempt to purchase this one ingredient I still needed.

Thrilled to see the andioulle stocked at Harris Teeter, I grabbed it as a manager happened to be walking by. He very nicely asked if I need help finding anything and I took that opportunity to mention my excitement that they carried this and that Kroger does not. His response, "Why would you go to Kroger anyway?" I can't blame him for asking the question, it's a reasonable question when trying to get someone's business. My response was "Because you guys are so much more expensive". Now, let me point out again that this was a manager. I don't think he was expecting such a candid answer because all he could do was shake his head and walk off.

Ok, I am in sales and have been for years. I would never consider myself to be a cut-throat salesperson, but I'm darn good at what I do. And my product costs more than many similar products down the road, and even next door! I am amazed by a couple parts of this story. 1. This person is a manager. 2. Why ask a question when you are not prepared to hear the answer of give a proper response. 3. Shaking your head and walking off, really? That was the best response he could muster up.

Again, I know this is silly and I will most likely delete this post out of embarrassment, but I feel the need to share. I apologize if I have offended any loyal Harris Teeter customers.

My baby is about to be 7!

Savannah's birthday is coming up in a couple weeks. She will be 7 years old. This brings up a flood of emotions. The first of which is absolute disbelief that I could possibly be the mother of a 7 year old. When did that happen? It seems like a month ago, I walked up to Crystal at the Clinique counter in shock to share the news that I was pregnant. Never expecting to have children, this discovery was especially astonishing. Once I moved past the initial shock, this was a welcome, and yet very scary, surprise.

For the next nine months, I worked at Dillard's on my feet, in pain most days, wondering how in the world I was going to be a parent. I doubted my maternal instincts, because I had none. The women I worked with said, "once your baby is born, you will know exactly what to do". I questioned this because as I mentioned previously, I had NO maternal instincts. These women were right though. The second Savannah was born, I knew I was her mother and I was responsible for her.

As scary as this new journey was, I welcomed her with open arms. I still questioned myself, but I think for the most part I did a decent job. I know I made mistakes and I was definitely not your typical care-giving mom, but God gave me the daughter I was supposed to have.

I have said it before and I will say it again, Savannah was sent to me to save my life. I was going down a road I should not have been on, that I probably would not have come back from on my own. I am grateful that despite my fears, I am Savannah's mother. She is an amazing child, which I am reminded of daily.