Today I picked up a tub of cottage cheese while I was grocery shopping. As always, I checked the expiry date. It was March 9th - Thomas' first birthday.
It was so very, very strange and surreal. Time came to a screaming halt while the tub of cottage cheese and I had a mid-aisle standoff. We stared at each other warily. Would I buy it? Would it kill me if I did? Would I feel defeated if I didn't? Would the cheese win? Would I? Would anyone?
I don't know who authorized the use of Thomas' birthday as an expiry date for dairy products. It's not right. Not right at all. That date is his and his alone. It is, after all, the day the most beautiful little soul came into this world and taught me what it means to feel mother love.
But in the end I put the tub in my cart. I wanted the cottage cheese.
Life has a funny way of nudging you onward even when you're sure you can't take one more step.