What a wonderful idea "Mom's n Muffins"! I LOVE IT! An invite to go to school early with your kiddo and have a muffin and share a favorite story. Everyone was ready, and excited to go this morning. I even woke up before the alarm, I was looking forward to it that much. The boy was so excited for me to go. We all loaded in, all 7 of us. Pygmy+3 and Me+Boy and my extra :). Since Miss Maddie and Chubb share the same grade/class we do a lot of this together. What a great way to spend as a family.
7:15 Arrival at destination. Parked and unloaded. 7:30 Still trying to navigate safe passage into the school, after 2 near incidents on the "ramps" leading up to and into the school. A chore that should have taken 5 minutes tops. Words I care not repeat being muttered uttered under my breath. I finally manage to make it into the building still intact. Happy to see that the gym is near the entrance. We made it!
Thru the doors and in line or our yummies. Such an assortment of flavors to choose from, and juice to wash it all down. Very nice! Kiddos smiling and happy. Trouble on the sidewalk a mere blip in my day, its over so no reason to dwell. Lots of moms and even some dads and grandparents have come to share. It's so great to see so many. Tables are full of kiddos munching away at thir muffins and slurpping their drinks. We spot table near the far end with enough room for our brood of piglets, and head that way.
Normally the looks dont bother me, its how it is. Then my chair doesnt fit through the spaces between the tables. My Baboo sitting down waiting for me, watching. I try a couple different places and end up going clear down and back around. A gym full of onlookers, blush coloring my cheeks, and me feeling like a circus side show. I know its human nature to look, no one did anything wrong. It was just me. I let a stupid few minutes nearly ruin my time with my boy. It was so important to him that I go to this, and I don't enjoy it as much as I could have just because things got a little "tight". Can you say selfish??
Sometimes I feel like I am the only person alive fighting this kind of fight. I mean otherwise there wouldn't be these kind of problems. I know this isn't true, but lets face it. I am not one among many in our community. There are not many I know of around my age that share the same unique qualities. The big picture just isn't set up for my kind. It isn't the first and I am sure it won't be the last time I encounter these kind of obstacles. I go out and do these things because of him. My Sweet Baboo. Otherwise the feelings of helplessness and inability would consume me. I would never leave my house, possibly even my room. I don't like the looks of pity. It's hard to hold your head up high when people think you should be down in the dumps. My confidence takes its fair share of hits.
My "disadvantages" are not what make me who I am. I want to be known for what I can do, not for what I can't. I still do just about everything. I just do it a little different than I used to. I am a mom, a craft junkie, I am a housekeeper, I am a food fashionista, I am a best friend, a member of a fantastic family, I am a gardner, I am a allergy-free advocate, I am a school teacher, a gourmet chef, and a tease, a entrepenuer, and most of all I am still me. The same silly, free spirited girl I have always been....just on a different set of wheels.
