Imagine a woman, standing outside, fighting with her extremely cute little girl to stay in the stroller. There’s another baby in the back of the double stroller, luckily sleeping soundly while her sister kicks, screams and pumps her arms.
You see her. What would you do? How would you react? Would you have sympathy, ask whether she needs help, or would you judge?
Almost exactly two years ago, I am that woman. And, unfortunately for me, the Woman in the Black Dress chooses the latter. She suddenly materializes before me. I never saw her coming. I only see her when she asks: “Are you the babysitter?”.
I stand straight. Even though my girl is having her first full-blown temper tantrum, I am still proud mom. “No”- I say, and even manage a smile- “I am the mom”.
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Oh Olga! I just couldn’t imagine. I’m so proud of you for recognizing this lady was a bag of crazy, and I’m also glad it led to blogging. Much love mama.
Thank you, Shawna! It wasn’t that hard to recognize the crazy in her it was pretty much beating me on the head. I would probably have started the blog anyway but well, maybe I needed to make sense out of this.