***if you missed yesterday's post, read that first
I have nothing against the minivan...really...I drive a Chevy Malibu station wagon..I'm not going for sexy. I know we have come a long way since the days of the 1970's panel van. In fact a minivan with seat warmers, big cup holders, a 6 CD changer and a nice DVD doesn't sound too bad....
Minivan...just getting used to the word.
Minivan...say it slowly...it sounds kind of nice.... miniminiminivaaaaaannnnnn...
A good friend read my blog today and had a very important question.
"Heather, I have two inquisitive kiddos (and another one on the way) I can totally see us being the other mom in this situation and the two of them arguing over the baby in the stroller. Ideally, what would you want the other mom to do, or to say?"
"I have no idea."
She laughed "Well that's not very helpful."
"The kids didn't bother me, they weren't being hurtful. It just triggered something in me...a thought about how Samantha is percieved. It did bother me that the mom seemed to ignore the situation. Kids are curious, I get that but I think the parent should have been a little more aware."
"No standard perfect statement?"
"I wish. Because it depends on me too. Sometimes I'm up for a teaching moment about Samantha. Sometimes I just can't be bothered. I'm a complex creature."
We didn't come away with any resolution but I really appreciated the question. It reminded me that most of us are just trying to do what's right...or at least get through the day without annoying too many fellow neighbors.
Sometimes that's a mighty tall order.