Sometimes, I watch people. Try and make up stories about them. Give them kids and houses and spouses and pets and enemies and friends and jobs and personalities and parents and schools... everything. I don’t get to do that that much these days because fatigue shuts the mind to these kinds of indulgences.
A lifetime ago, I would do this with my friend Elek. Take a window seat in a cafe or seat in a public bench and make stories with plots and twists about the sweets vendor, people who stopped long enough to be observed, taxi drivers, cops, anyone(you are missed Elek). People-watching on Sundays however was different.
More than twenty thousand times we wondered why a sane adult human being would even think of leaving the comfort of home and come to town with a child that required sedatives to act normal. We would empathize with them, get impressed by they handled that stress, laugh at the kid’s antics and forget about the stories.
What a laugh we would have now that I am a mother. She would too be one too if she wasn't resting from this rat-race and blessing called life (really really missed Elek). I have become one of those mothers on random Sundays with a child that won’t make up their mind whether they want to walk or be carried or just dangle on my arm. I am that woman with most hair out of the ponytail, carrying a bag that contains everything from toys to two changes of clothes and food packed at the restaurant because Kiddo suddenly decided she had to use HER potty and nothing but.
So why does a sane adult human being even think of leaving the comfort of home and come to town with a child that required sedatives to act normal? Well, It is a once in a very very blue moon thing (for me at least). Also, sometimes life throws you a curve ball and you have to go through your day running around with tots. The number one reason I go to and through all that harassment, handle tantrums in public and my nerves shot by the time we get home is that I want my child to have experiences out of her comfort zone, open her eyes to the world so to speak. It is necessary and so I don’t mind.
A lifetime ago, I would do this with my friend Elek. Take a window seat in a cafe or seat in a public bench and make stories with plots and twists about the sweets vendor, people who stopped long enough to be observed, taxi drivers, cops, anyone(you are missed Elek). People-watching on Sundays however was different.
More than twenty thousand times we wondered why a sane adult human being would even think of leaving the comfort of home and come to town with a child that required sedatives to act normal. We would empathize with them, get impressed by they handled that stress, laugh at the kid’s antics and forget about the stories.
What a laugh we would have now that I am a mother. She would too be one too if she wasn't resting from this rat-race and blessing called life (really really missed Elek). I have become one of those mothers on random Sundays with a child that won’t make up their mind whether they want to walk or be carried or just dangle on my arm. I am that woman with most hair out of the ponytail, carrying a bag that contains everything from toys to two changes of clothes and food packed at the restaurant because Kiddo suddenly decided she had to use HER potty and nothing but.
So why does a sane adult human being even think of leaving the comfort of home and come to town with a child that required sedatives to act normal? Well, It is a once in a very very blue moon thing (for me at least). Also, sometimes life throws you a curve ball and you have to go through your day running around with tots. The number one reason I go to and through all that harassment, handle tantrums in public and my nerves shot by the time we get home is that I want my child to have experiences out of her comfort zone, open her eyes to the world so to speak. It is necessary and so I don’t mind.