“There are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it’s too late and there’s nothing worse than too late.” – Bukowski
There’s this time where I was really concerned about whether what I was wearing was age appropriate.
But recently, I just don’t care. I am who I am and that’s just that. I’ve never been a booty short kind of girl, so there’s really no fear of my being that kind of woman. Otherwise, braided buns over 30 with boho dresses? Why the heck not? You just gotta be who you are you know?
Morning coffee dates have become kind of a thing with me and my girl lately. When us ladies are home alone, we usually take the little walk over to the nice new coffee shop that opened in our neighborhood. I get my coffee, and she gets her almond croissant.
Then, with a smile and a hug she convinces me to go over to the park too *not that I need much convincing, but I like the extra hug* It’s our routine. Which is about to end as she heads off to school tomorrow. But in the meantime, I’m going to enjoy our last coffee date today.
I’ve always had a thing for palazzo pants. But for a while there * read: ten years or more* they have been out of style and therefore you couldn’t find a pair to save your life. Same thing with kimonos – three cheers for that resurgence! Now they’re everywhere and I’m stocking up for the next ten years. They may then be out of style, but I love how they look and they’re staying in my closet. You know those things that you like regardless of trend? This is one of those things.
And ultimately, isn’t that what defines personal style.
p.s. That blue wristband is a permanent accessory for the next little while as it signifies my permission to be on the grounds and get all my meals. So…yeah.
Returning home on the bus with my baby girl in my lap, holding her close because she’d been complaining of a tummy ache, I wished the driver could go faster. I feared what was about to happen on the crowded, rush hour ride. And sure enough, within seconds it went flying. Vomit. Vomit went flying from my little girl into my face, my hair, and all down both of our coats, scarves, and pants. By that point I had resigned myself, and while no one said anything, I knew this is not what they wanted after a long day at work. But when my girl started crying, not because she felt sick or because she vomited, but because she got ‘you all dirty’ I said screw it.
Nothing I could do for the other people. They were adults and just had to understand that sometimes crap *or vomit* like this happens, especially to little toddlers. I could, however, do something for the little girl crying in my arms upset that she got me dirty. I soothed that little girl telling her it didn’t matter, and sat there holding her covered in puke for the next ten minutes – until we got to our stop. No one offered a word of encouragement, or a friendly look of sympathy. It was a very looooong ten minutes.
Until it came to my stop, and a lady who was sitting at the far back came forward, and as she past us, she didn’t cringe or give a dirty look like I had done this on purpose *’cause yeah, I torture my child just to screw up your day* but instead she cried, “Oh no! Can I help you????” She was getting off at the same stop as I, and as the bus slowed, stopped, opened and we exited, she kept offering her assistance. Asking if there’s anything she can do to help us home. We were all right – I just had to carry her to the house and then get her cleaned off – but this lady with her sincere help and understanding gave me the support and strength I needed at exactly the right time.
Thank you. Thank you to this lady. I don’t know your name, and I didn’t catch it as I was wrapped up in my girl, but thank you. You really helped give one mama a little camaraderie right when she needed it.
*linking up with Style Sessions*