Sophia in Michigan.
Iris in Michigan.
Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life. –Proverbs 13:12
Today I spent babysitting for two different children, one in the morning, and one in the afternoon. We went to a funny story time at an ice cream shop in the morning. The woman who does the story time is hilarious. She should be famous. I feel so self-conscious there because the whole time I am listening/watching her, I am so into it that I am either laughing, making sympathetic faces, surprised, or basically responding in whatever way her little story or game is trying to get the kids to do. Iris, who is not yet two years old, sits there mesmerized or belly laughing hysterically. Sophia, who is four and half, is either laughing or turning to me to say, “Mom, she is so silly,” about Miss Tracey, the story time story teller.
Something about it is very inspiring. Maybe it is the way the lady has embraced her gift in life (doing story times for kids) so passionately. And she really seems to love it. And I like that she almost always seems to be wearing workout clothes, like she just went for a jog. It is my preferred style. Read: very casual.
We spent all afternoon with the other child we babysat at our favorite park. I think I am possibly even slightly sunburned on my face, which is quite lovely.
Tomorrow, I have to be ready to go to a meeting downtown at 7 am. I will wear one of my new suits, and Jordan will stay home for the morning and watch the girls. When I told Sophia that this was going to happen, she said, “Mommy will be Daddy, and Daddy will be Mommy.” It is so interesting that she has us so caged into our little roles. Then she asked if we could call us by the other’s names.
I have been aware of the strangeness of juggling a professional/career life and children since Sophia was one and I was in grad school, but it never grows normal. It just feels so weird to be dressed like a slob eating snacks or taking a kid potty in the morning, and acting as intelligent and knowledgeable and organized as possible in the afternoon. Every single thing about your behavior is opposite, from your dress to your posture and language. Even the way you relate to people is opposite. With children your effort is to be accessible, simple, relaxed, warm and understanding, while with the working place adults I find myself trying to keep my jolly side under wraps and to act as intimidating, serious, and Type A as possible.
I hate that the world is so compartmentalized. What if we treated each other like kids, in the best way possible? Maybe we would actually get more done since we would do away with all the time-wasting phoniness.