I was talking to a mommy friend recently about how jealous we are of the energy that some moms have for their children.
“We were at the park last weekend and this wonderful, energetic hippie mom showed up and was singing on the playground. SINGING. Like, children’s songs and stuff. All the kids flocked to her like animals to Saint Francis of Assisi, including mine. I had to apologize to him later for not being as cool as all that.”
This struck a chord with me. I often find that I’m the mom at the playground who just wants to sit and watch while the other moms get on their kids’ level, make silly voices, and pretend to order waffles from their budding short-order “cook.” Don’t get me wrong – sometimes I am that mom, but not as often as I’d like. I spend such a good amount of time keeping everything together at home that when the chores are done (or even if they’re not) the only thing I want to do is sit down and smile from the sidelines.
Case in point:
Yesterday, Seabass and I were at our neighborhood park when a mom arrived with three young children. Seabass had been in the middle of a serious sandbox session, but it all ended when these kids tumbled out of their car. The mom asked what they wanted to do at the park, and they screamed, in unison, “RACE!!” So she lined them up, stood back a few paces, and then yelled “GO!” This set the kids off screaming and giggling and positively wearing themselves out running away from their adorable, energetic (and enviably trim!) mom. They played like this for about 20 minutes.
Seabass couldn’t believe his eyes. A mama who runs?!? He was drawn to her like a moth to flame. I followed behind him, loping along, as he joined the pack of wild kids running in all directions.
And despite my real delight that he was having so much fun, yes, the whole time, I just wanted to sit down.