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Monday, July 12, 2010

At the pool

The other day as I was waiting for my son to get dressed from swimming lessons, (he happened to be singing at the top of his lungs in the dressing room and everyone in the building could hear it. Yes...that's my son!)I noticed all the mothers bringing their kids in for their lessons.

I noticed their faces: tense, irritable, tired, worn out... as they dragged their 3,
4, and sometimes 5 kids by the arms, clearly rushing to avoid being late to their swim lessons.

I wondered, is that what I look like? Then I looked in my rearview mirror as I finally backed out of my parking space after having waited and waited for my dawdling son who I could hear but could not go get because he was in the men's dressing room.

Yep, that's exactly what I look like.

But I wouldn't trade motherhood for the world!


Jess said...

I think the same thing when I see a mother yelling at her kids in public. For a second I think, "Surely I don't look like THAT." And then when I'm honest with myself I know I look exactly like THAT!

sidenote: We went to a ward function for the 4th of July and we were sitting alone on our blanket and I asked Tim why he hadn't talked to anyone and he said I'm just looking for someone like the Taylors. I told him we will never find anyone as cool as the Taylors.