I don't want to be her - that woman I saw at the gas station. Her chid was smiling, but her face (the mom) was one of exhaustion, frustration, irritation and hurry. She lightly pushed her kid toward the car with a 'come on'. I imagine she had a million and one things to get done today. Maybe she was sick and not feeling well. Maybe she'd been up all night. Maybe her day had just been extra hard. But God I don't want to be her yet it was like watching myself. I saw myself as she tried to smile at her cute kid drinking her treat, but the mom's face is one that I've noticed in the mirror far too often.