This morning I had the opportunity to go to Lincoln's school for Mom's and Muffins. Being new to the whole school experience I didn't know what Mom's and Muffins were (dad's and donuts too). His teacher explained and I was excited to have a special breakfast with him. The parent brings some books, the school provides breakfast (non-nutritional :( ) and you read and eat together.
Lincoln was so excited to have me there. To show me his school and to have one on one time with me.
We grabbed our muffins and our juice/milk, first off we sit, Lincoln spills my milk all over the table and my coat and our books. It's fine, I get some cleaning stuff and get everything cleaned up. We start our fun breakfast. As I start to glance around I notice no one else is reading. I think, "maybe I'm not supposed to read." But we keep reading. As I glance around again I notice all the mom's are talking with other moms. I see two other moms in the whole group reading so I keep at it. Lincoln's snuggling and being so sweet. I notice a little boy (kindergarten age in Lincoln's class) playing with the garbage cans, while holding his muffin. Bouncing off the garbage cans. Rolling them, holding them and getting nice and germy along with his muffin. (grossed me out a little) They were right by us (I had good seats) I asked him if he had lost his mommy and he said, "no". He played with the garbage cans for twenty minutes.
It hurt my heart that other children were leaning over trying to listen to our story, that parents were on their cell phones, that moms were so oblivious to what was going on.
I know life is crazy, I know I don't know what it is like to have multiple kids, and I know I don't know people's lives. But my goal and my hope is I am able to keep in focus the reason I am a mom. It's not about me. My life, my goals and all is not about me. It never will be, that's not why I am here on earth.
On our way out, in the hall was a dad. He was eating and reading to his two kids. He looked awkward and self conscious in being there, but he was there, being with his kids. I wanted to hug him, tell him good job, tell him he makes me want to try just a little harder.
I came home and told Jared about my experience and he said it was the same way at the dad's and donuts, that he was reading to a bunch of kids while the dad's talked.
I'm grateful I have a husband that knows its not about him, and I am grateful for my children. I know so many would love to have their own children to raise, and I know it is miraculous that I have two to call my own.
---steps off the soapbox