Mean Rich Couple Mocks Struggling Mom For Food Stamps, Then Discover Shes A Foster Mom

The world is a beautiful, wonderful place, but it can also be incredibly tough.

We all have days where we’re barely making ends meet, where things seem to be justthis close to spinning out of control.

If you’re a parent, that’s doubly true, because you’re responsible for more lives than your own.

And if you’re a foster parent? Well, you’re probably practically a saint, because you have opened your arms to more children, and all of the emotions and chaotic joy that comes with them.

Being a foster parent is complex work, because you’re likely to be dealing with kids who have been through a lot of challengingexperiences.

Meanwhile, you have to jump through bureaucratic hoops the whole time to provide for them.

One foster mom named Lindsay Rae knows this better than most.

So, back in 2013, when she saw a smug, well-heeled couple bullying another foster mom for using food stamps? Well, she let them have it.

Scroll through below to read the whole story in her own words.


Lindsay Rae first posted her experience back in November 2013, but it still holds up just fine.

More than 240,000 people have reacted to her post on Facebook, and over 259,000 have shared the post with others.

It all just goes to show that none of us have any tolerance for rude people who don’t understand stretching to make ends meet.

Read Rae’s words in full below.


“Last night I found myself sandwiched in line waiting to check out, this is not an odd occurrence.

The woman in front of me had 5 children she was wrangling (which did not seem odd to me), as well as the fact that the children were a mix of Caucasian and Hispanic short people.

(Again hmph… didn’t notice until it was pointed out to me.)

Yes, I said pointed out.”


“The people behind me, as I wrestled my own whiney toddler, began very loudly whispering things like:

‘How many baby daddies do you think she has?’

‘Can’t even dress those kids for weather.’

‘Just wait until she whips out the food stamps.’

I calmed my 3 year old with old Altoids found at the bottom of my purse and looked incredulously back at the well-dressed, normal couple spouting such, well, total CRAP.”


“I looked forward to see a woman fumbling with separating clothes items; coats and shoes socks and underwear from the food items with the black plastic separators.

The five kids, two that shared her same blonde hair with jackets and warm shoes, and three beautifully dark-haired and deep brown eyes, sad eyes, wearing shorts, and flip flops.

It was true she was struggling with a food stamp card. Didn’t know what buttons to use to complete the transaction.

As the class act behind me deeply sighed, and said, ‘There’s our tax dollars neatly at work.’

I shot them what I can only imagine was the death glare only a mother of 9 can execute to perfection.”


“I stepped forward and kindly said, ‘Can I help?These things are so confusing.’

She looked at me.

I quietly asked, ‘Foster or adopted?I have 9 kiddos… Two bio, I get it, please let me help.’

She smiled embarrassed, ‘New foster mom, this is my first time using one of these, they came 3 days days ago, gonna be with us for a while. They gave us food, but the kids needed clothes, but no stipend has come through yet.’

I looked at the kids and smiled, and turned to her and said, ‘Beautiful children. I am glad you all have each other.’”


“I showed her how to use her card as the jackholes behind us snorted.

I explained to her how she doesn’t have to separate items and that the items get separated by the computer at check out and how she pays the balance after she runs her card.

She handed each child a new coat, loaded up her cart, and as she left I side-hugged her and told her, ‘You have got this.’

After they were out of ear shot, I turned with tears to the smug, well-dressed man and woman behind me.

‘Those children? They lost the right to live with their parents just days ago. Those clothes? Probably the only clothes they own, or got to leave their home with.’


“’THAT woman? Opened her home to kids, kids that needed a safe place to go, when the one they lived in no longer proved safe enough or secure enough for them.

The food stamps? Something Health and Welfare helps [with] to two feed three new mouths. There are not nearly enough women or people like her this world.’

I whipped back around and started slamming my groceries on the belt, and then turned back around, voice shaking, ‘AND even IF those kids were all hers, and she had a dozen ‘baby daddies’ and was on food stamps, no child in this country or any other deserves to be cold or hungry.

I am sorry, but your behavior? Poorly done, VERY poorly done.’”


“My new ‘friends’ left my checkout aisle and joined another, silently.

I grabbed a bag of d*mn peanutbutter M&Ms.

As I finished checking out the girl checking me out smiled and winked, ‘Single mother on WIC what you said? Rocked!’

I grimaced and said, ‘Thanks, I wasn’t sure I should have gone off like that. Hug those babies of yours tight tonight.’

She said, ‘I will, you have a nice night ma’am and do the same.’

I cried hard as I found my Tahoe, buckled the baby in the car, loaded up and opened those d*mn M&M’s.

You foster mamas out there, hold your heads high. You are the hands and hearts that are the strong and the steady for small ones when they need it most.

Hats off and so much love today to you!”


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