I saw you there, in line. We both had our kids in tow and could tell we attracted attention. I saw the guilt in your eyes when your son put soda on the cart. I could tell you care and you are fighting the fight of parenthood between balancing peace and needs.
I've been there... where the tantrum wins. I don't judge you.
I know you looked to see if we were looking when you pulled out your EBT card. Please don't. Understand that most of us have been there ourselves and understand the fight. Please don't grasp your hand around the card when you swipe it so no body can see it. Please don't be embarrassed when the cashier asks if its EBT or Debit, you don't have to lower your voice in shame.
Do not be ashamed of living in a time where the average full-time job doesn't even cover rent. I understand how demanding kids can be, its okay to buy a treat.
I know what it feels like to get a coffee in front of someone who knows of that EBT card. Ignore the glare. Ignore their ignorance. You are allowed to buy a coffee.
Ignore the looks of other customers when they see you on your smart phone after paying with your EBT... they were not there when your Uncle gave it to you as a gift. Ignore the looks they give you when you have cash in your wallet but pay with EBT... they do not realize that it is paying rent this month.
It's okay if you have soda in your cart, they don't understand that's your children's treat. Don't feel guilty for holding up the line with WIC checks. Don't feel ashamed. You are doing the best you can.
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